22 | voice
How many types of voices are there? Or even one day what if it's lost? A weep for losing weight with the pressure of vocal cords— trying to make coherent sounds. A click, nothing is lost yet everything is mum. Tacit of eloquent peace— oh, wait! You never knew the articulated emancipation. A husky voice to soothe, or even gruff to fill out the angry voice. A high pitched tone to cover everything. Desperate to be heard, to be departed. Once it's lost, it is lost forever. Will you even look for it? No.
A clear evidence, and he's trying too hard to figure, despondent sigh — everything is cropped. I don't want to lose it, just like him. It's a voice but a freedom of speech? Never heard? Don't mimic, it's my fault. Heads low, murmurs slowly — it's lost, it's lost! So soft, tender glance — try harder, you will make it a sound but it'll only spin around.
Forced to make a sound, forced to make sure — it's like a crippled hollow— throwing colours with hands and legs, only a few get out of this! I tighten my fingertips, with the brushing inks — it won't be lost; it's mine, only mine!
— 08/04/2023
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