Forever Silenced

Existence

Strum the strings of time once gone

Resonate the echoes of past to now

Fill the void of grayness dull

Change the palette to rainbow glow

When I was young, I was used to being told fairytale stories by my mother before going to bed. Usually, they would start with the famous phrase 'Once upon a time…' and then my attention, upon hearing those words, would be instantly pulled into it. I wouldn't care about anything anymore. All I was eager about was the story.

Ever since then, I had always thought that all stories start with that phrase so when I finally went to formal schooling and my teacher started to tell a story that didn't start with those words, I felt so confused. When I came home, I immediately went to my mother and complained. With an amused smile, she gently ruffled my hair and hugged me.

"Son, not all stories start with those words. Fairytales are not the only kind of stories you can find here." When I asked her why she kissed my cheeks and winked playfully, her perfect sea green eyes twinkling. "It's because fairytales are made of magic. Once the words 'once upon a time' are said, everyone who hears those words will be magically transported to that world."

And so I asked her if fairytales were real. Her answer had caught me. "Fairytales exist for those who believe in them." And as a child, I took it all by heart. Fairytales were true. That alone was enough.

But naturally, as a part of growing, these words sound less and less true to you since you gain earthly knowledge. The magic begins to fade away. That's why adults don't like to hear these stories anymore. They lost the magic.

We lost them…

Or so I thought I lost them because what I am about to tell you now is something that you only think happens in fairytales. Of course, in an adult's standpoint, it is impossible and might be a fickle in my imagination but, well, I'm just here to tell you everything that had transpired.

Fairytales do exist, whether you believe in them or not.