My Voices
In my head, in the closet, everywhere. They never stop being heard. Yet they never have a face either. The voices, they are always there, the most constant thing in my life. They never stop, they never grow quiet. Until one day they do...
In my head, in the closet, everywhere. They never stop being heard. Yet they never have a face either. The voices, they are always there, the most constant thing in my life. They never stop, they never grow quiet. Until one day they do...