voices

i don't know what this means, what do you think it means?

I keep postcards in my pocket like they’re my affirmations, easy to forget but always there to remember. and voices in baritone haunt me to this day, how easy it is for one to go astray into a void so large and yet we all fit. I’m, in awe at the places in the darkest corners haunting me like the same voice in baritone once did. these postcards are written in cursive with photographs of places I’ll never go, words written on these cards and I play them on my tongue everyday. they say, run towards danger and you will be the sacrificed one. I say, run towards me and you will be the one I save. nevertheless, the sun will rise even when someone dies and I think, that’s the most tragic part about living. that they continue to live even when you don’t. voices in baritone haunting me until I reach my grave, entering the voids of the underground, so large, we’ve all seem to gone astray.