Voices.

Kill yourself, I would listen to the voices go about again as I find myself Listening constantly to the Circular chiming of the ceiling fan that plays along with the wind that blows and witnesses my survival. My muscles don’t move no more And I keep my hands hidden as they shiver holding back from

Dear future self

Dear future self, I want you to come back to this moment, I want you to not forget this feeling you’re feeling right now, I want you to remember the exact color of the sky, and the dearth of the free flights of even a single bird, I want you to remember the absence of