i record me singing songs to myself in my recorder app, in the hopes that one day someone will hear them.
they’re raw. they’re emotional. i give it my all, i cry midway, i laugh at a faulty note.
just. racking up little clips of my voice. so it’s remembered, and so it might be remembered one day.
i want someone to look through my phone, someone i trust, someone i *love*, and listen. get taken back to me, my shaking voice, and my words.
i want those little snippets of my voice rewinding like a broken record in their head when they hold me. with my hair intertwined within their fingers, as though ill really slip away if they let go.
i want to be remembered by those little messages. those recorder files. ill keep recording them, until my throat goes hoarse. maybe it’s from overexerting myself, maybe it’s from the tears.
you’d have to listen to know.