i don't know how to describe voices.
imagery and simile have always been my strong suits;
i am a writer but i like to paint pictures with my words.
but i can't describe voices.
no matter how hard i try,
it's never right.
i wish i could.
more than anything i want someone to understand what i hear
in the almost russian cadences
or the soft edges his words seem to have.
i want them to read what i've written and feel it.
not hear their voices, no,
but feel the sense of calm that they bring.
but i can't do it.
there's something special about voices.
maybe they just don't want to be written about.
YOU ARE READING
a last note from your narrator
Poetrypeople write because no one listens - h.h. a collection of short stories written in various points in my life. mostly bad points. fair warning. title from the book thief by markus zusak i...
