Whispers and Words {Short Story}

Answer the last two questions... I'm curious to see what everyone perceives.
````````````````````````````````

Hush! Do you hear these words? A whisper is covering the lands. Do you know these words? Are familiar the dashing of which we cannot hear your own? Hush! A new thought is proclaimed! But, can anyone hear it? Do not whisper such gallant thoughts; SCREAM them to the world, let these thoughts be known, or no one will hear, understand.

A darkness dashes over the lands . . . And something rustles in the woods. You freeze. Rustling is heard deep within, you struggle to listen to these haunting thoughts. But, why struggle to hear a frightening thing? Do you wish to hear what was never said to you? The words grow closer, no longer a whisper, but still soft, yet harsh words. They surround you and your being. You are angry. You cannot see these words that frighten you so, cannot feel, cannot understand, cannot taste.

They soon are upon, these words. Yet, why still cannot you hear the softly uttered words? A thought dashes through your mind, but you push it away; what a silly thought you had! Dancing, dancing, you swear you can see the silver whispers so carelessly flung through the air. And you grow frightened. Do - you- hear them? As the words close around you intently flowing . . . What are these words? And . . . To whom do these precious words belong?