That voice. Just like the one's you hear in the classic noir films. It's my own voice but speaks words of wisdom. Life is one giant film. Sometimes that voice is my narrator. Telling me whats right. Informing me about my surroundings​ before I encounter them. Some say it's simply a feeling of instinct. It's simply the inner me looking out for the outer me. Do I hate it? Sometimes. Why? Simply because it tells the truth. Over time, I have learned to accept this almost as a gift. A guardian angel. The person I wish I can be 24/7 but simply can't due to human nature.