I am a voice in the void.

An existence calculated by the things I do not say. 

But if I have faltered a time too many...

Please forgive my confidence. 

It crippled long ago when no one asked why.

And the trouble trembling among my limbs...

I must overcome. 

Anxiety for what is to come trickles lightly down my arms as rain would on a murky evening,

Like the flutter of a light kiss, touch. 

Now the notion of living life is an instant away if I choose to understand.

But among graduation, immersing in some crowd, and drifting friendships...

My voice is a hum unable to be distinguished among the melody of everyone else.  

But embracing the void is better than clinging to a voice that is not mine. 

Someday I will hear my tune.

But for now...

Let me write it.