The echoes of a heart pounding, hands clapping, eyes crying, feet tapping. The sound of fighting in the street. The laughter that makes my stomach hurt. What will my life be without it? What will my life be without the music that enters my system? What will my life be without the reassurance I much need? Will your kind hands caress my face when I can’t hear any compliments? Will a hug erase my col...

Birds circled overhead , and they cannot be shoot with a gun , or trapped in a cage. These birds follow my mind and soul around, they don’t need a leash, neither holding onto my bones. I can feel them, but they’re not here to be seen. Birds circled overhead, they do not make sharp sounds, neither they stay quiet. I can hear them saying something way more far from the tongue and throat. A daily rem...