Shadopla

Sounds

Did you know that the shadows have it's own sound?

It sounds like a vast emptiness that is slowly being filled as the moments goes by.

Most people see the shadows as something to be feared.

I used to think like this.

The first time I heard these strange sounds, it frightened me. But then again after losing everything after the accident, everything frightened me.

If I didn't know who I was, how was I to understand something that I quickly began to learn was beyond normal understanding.

My keepers told me I was hearing things.

That it was just my imagination.

That, at best, they were only bad dreams.

Perhaps even, bad memories.

But I didn't have my memories anymore.

And it wasn't a dream.

I could hear them.

I could see them.

See him.

Could my imagination summon this?

Could I dream all of this?

Was my imagination that good?

Was it my imagination when came and dried my tears?

Was it my imagination when he danced and turned tricks to make me laugh?

To put a smile on my face?

To make me forget?

And was it my imagination, when he whispered a promise to be there as long as I needed him?

And was his whispered promise to always be there when I needed him, all in my imagination?

He never really spoke.

Not in the conventional sense.

It was always thoughts and feelings.

His presence spoke more than his mouth ever did.

Yet I understood every word.

Everything he conveyed.