Voices between the synapses (Marcella Boccia 🎧 English

VOICES BETWEEN THE SYNAPSES 🎧 (Marcella Boccia)I hear them—the voices that live between the synapses,whispering secretsin a language that trembles like broken glass,too sharp to touch,too soft to hold.They dance on the edges of thought,flickering like firefliescaught between moments,too fleeting to grasp,too persistent to ignore.They are the sound of silence,the music of a mind undone,the rhythm of a pulsethat cannot find its beat.Do you hear them too?The ones that call your nameand forget it in the same breath,the ones that say nothing,but speak louder than the storm?I hear them,in the spaces between my thoughts,in the tremor of my skin,in the hum of my bones—a symphony composed in the darkand played without a conductor.I hear them—the voices between the synapses,like shadows that refuse to fade,like ghosts who never die,they live in me,and I live in them.Too many to count,too fragmented to form a word,too whole to be nothing.They are the echoes of everything I’ve lost,and the fragments of what I’ve yet to find.They pull me apart and weave me back together,one thread at a time,until I am both whole and broken,a song that can never be sungbut plays on forever.Do you see the dance?The one that happens between the sparks,in the silence between the sounds,in the chaos of my thoughts?Do you feel the weight of their presence,the pressure that shapes my mindand shatters it at the same time?I am both the flame and the ash,the fire and the smoke,the one who hears the voicesbut cannot speak their name.Between the synapses,where thoughts are born and die,I exist—too many voices to be called mine,too few to leave me alone.