
The voices at the back of my mind hum familiar phrases.
They tell me secrets, they sing quiet curses and praises.
I wish no one notices the holes in my most hidden mazes,
And I wonder if I can disappear without leaving a trace.
-Jackie

The voices at the back of my mind hum familiar phrases.
They tell me secrets, they sing quiet curses and praises.
I wish no one notices the holes in my most hidden mazes,
And I wonder if I can disappear without leaving a trace.
-Jackie