If I lost my voice I would no longer be me. If I lost my voice, if I just woke up one morning and my vocals were destroyed, I scream and scream even if all anyone heard was silence, I would do it to try to have some sense, to see if any type of sound would come out. I need to yell, to talk bck, to curse, to tell jokes and stories. That might be why Speak is my favorite book, without your voice I feel you are disentegrating, and you’re just becoming a nice picture on the wall, or you’re in the process of being reduced to a box that is constantly stuffed with feelings, thoughts and overbearing ideas. I need my voice, If I lost it I would berade myself with pain just to see if anything could make a sound erupt from my mouth.