Strains of music from the stereo floats through the air,
Accompanied by the soft melodious chirping outside the window.
A phone rings and a conversation is held.
The same phone relights, a message is received and replied.
A voice calls out to me, and I follow it without questioning.
Listen to these sounds of life and be a listener. Listen to the sound of nature, listen to the human speech, listen to the vent of other humans. You have two ears but one mouth for a reason. You should listen more than you speak. Be a good friend, a good sister and daughter, and listen to the troubles of others, comforting them when you need to. Just listen, it makes life so much easier and more pleasant for both yourself and the teller. The latter will be more comfortable than the listening former, who just listens, hoping it will dwell over fast.
As you can guess, I am a listener. To such an extent that I have done majority listening in my life, and hardly being listened to at all. A listening ear, a comforting hug and an understanding smile, just talk and I will listen. Vent your frustrations and anger, the listener in me will sit by you till the storms calm.
But, now who is going to help me with my own chaotic sea of emotions and troubles? A listener needs someone to listen too. I'm just a human, with two ears and a hardly ever used mouth. I need someone to talk to, to lean on, and someone to return the comfort that I have given to others. Just someone who will hug me and tell me everything's going to be okay. I feel like crying and opening up my tightly filled bottle of emotions, but there seems like there's no listener to spare.
I will listen to you,
But who is going to listen to me?
