Voices in duffle bags...

Closed with duck tape wrapped around it.

Sealing air that wishes to echo to the world.

"I want to become better"

"I want to be with the angels"

"I want to tell the world my stories"

Soft cries in duffle bags suffocate under the same floors.

Even when mother nature makes it pours...

Reality takes a tour.

And it witnesses...

The broken...

The prideful,

And the untitled.