I've always wondered what the world would be like if no one knows how to speak; would we be more peaceful as smiles would be the language for gratefulness, fondness, and love or would we be more chaotic as our negative emotion— restrained by silence— would be painted more often on our face and on our fist. Such strange thoughts plague me every moment; one second I could be listening to someone and within a blink, I wanted nothing more than for the world to go quiet. I know how absurd my wish was— never would it be granted, and it would benefit only one: me.
I was five when my parents realized something was amiss: how I tend to do things I'm never told to do yet expected to, how I could anticipate their words before it graced their tongues, how I don't like meeting anyone's eyes including theirs, how I often covered my ears no matter who the company was. There was a lot more which I could list on, but they all boil down to one root: internal voices.
Thoughts that are not supposed to be out in the open are all exposed inside my head, whether an ugly tune of negativity or a positivity's melody, all are deafening and honestly, a fucking bother, unless they're plants... or water.
Only those two things are the few ones with pleasant sound alike to airy humming of lyre. Human voices or thoughts (rather) are unpleasant to the core, and the exceptions I've met could be counted with two hands. I'm partly at fault though; I rarely wander from my circle of comfort.
Still, there exists not a second in my life where I did not wish for all voices to cease. And on one rainy night, it finally did: peace walked wearing a baggy shirt and sport shorts.
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A/N: Hola! It's Sun! I am trying to pull myself from a writer's block and I was also swamped with school works and familial duties (im lying, i was just procastinating) so I haven't been writing for a few weeks now. Akneeways, I really hope I could pull this story off. It's my first time writing a multi-chaptered story in full narration so... hshshsh idk man.
lovelots x
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