Boundless -Minus

Even in the negative space I can still hear my name, the words weighted and toned like her words always are. Her voice, the constant reminder that I have another reality, that I was born in another world, that I have someone waiting for me. The hollowing echo of her soft voice cuts and crawls through me, I've begun to hate it, it prompts me to think of how there is no way back to her. The same thing that should give me hope, takes hope away from me.