I am many people

I am many people.

I existed as you did many nights and days ago. I existed alone, and miserable. I wished for company, and I got exactly as I asked. Over the years, those who I touched and perished afterwards would become me, two people thinking inside a single person. Over two years I amassed the company of hundreds. Over a decade, two thousand. Each thought was greeted with discussion, joy and sorrow, each word I said carefully chosen by the majority. every step was checked into being the right one. seven thousand people cannot be wrong in such simple matters, can they?

I am many people.

I was wrong. Over the centuries, the genocides, the wars, I began to slow down, my own mind disagreed. every thought was an argument of anger and hate, of xenophobia and racism. I thought so loud I could not hear anothers voice. We decided to stop. All I do is think now. I think about dying. I think about resting. I think about moving.

I am many people, and we all think. We think of screaming.