voices

"the barn has burned down, and now i can see the moon."

the sound of a person's voice carries so much power, so much weight. it is the instrument which projects our truths and our lies, our happiness, sadness, anger. it can be real or it can be as big a fallacy as anything...

in some small way, hearing the voice of a loved one lost feels like a tiny restoration deep in the center of the heart. mortar fills cracks and holes, little by little, slowly replacing the pain with the comfort of taking a step out into the light.

I could listen to your laugh forever, and it comforts me to know that that loud, amused, and jovial sound still exists, although i dont want to have to press rewind to hear it.

i need you here, wherever i am. wherever you are... im sorry i hid from you, i'll regret it forever.

if there is any chance of an afterlife, i hope that you are laughing.