If everyone in the world were silent, how would we communicate? Through letters and signs? Or sign language or acting out? We might as well all be dressed in black striped shirts and horrid white facepaint. We are nothing but mimes. A beautiful yet scary thing. People wouldn't want to dress like that, so they'd all just wear normal clothes anyway.
But me, I'd happily dress like that. I would wear all black though. My white facepaint a beautifully crafted design, hiding my features. White covers my face, while a black frown outlines my mouth. Red paint, like tears from my eyes. I'd wear red gloves and hide in shadows.
People would call me the "Shadow Mime" and I'd be happy I couldn't speak. Although, even now I don't talk, fearing the cold-hearted and cruel tongues of the world. Maybe they wouldn't mock me if they knew what I was thinking. Maybe they wouldn't pester me if they lived in my nighmarish land every day, where they would slowly die aand perish, never to be seen again.
Maybe the world would learn how its words hurt. My nighmare that never ends, is the life I live, then the terrors I dream. Words hurt, but silence...silence is even more terrifying yet.
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Kari's Drabbles
Ficción GeneralA collection of things I've written in the past. Most of these are on Deviant art, but I'm going to post them here as well.
