My voice is too small for my thoughts.
I'll scream till my lungs give out only for a single whisper to escape my lips.
My mind is too big, its library of knowledge and reflexion remains mostly unexplored.
Will I close my eyes one last time when I'll have read every book within my head?
Or do I continue wandering the aisles aimlessly?
Can I burn my brain but swallow the ashes afterwards?
Or will that shatter me even more?
What can you do when paper cuts lace your vocal chords?
I need help but I'm lost without a voice and I can't seem to find the librarian.
