Where is my voice?
Think it got dropped between the seat and the glove compartment while i was getting my chapstick
There’s no end to the search is there?
One is forever searching through vowels, prepositions, and couplets
attempting to rhyme a reason out of the vibrations at the bottom of our throats
Truth is no one knows just how they sound,
It’s all a refraction of nodes that seem to float in midair.
Wait
They do float in mid air.
As do we all.
Gravity.
