How do humans find comofort?
Is it a simple endeavor, or, perhaps, do we never find it?
Let me ask you something...are you comfortable right now?
Or is something overwhelming your soul?
Silence. A "complete absence of sound."
To understand life, we must understand the most silent of things.
But then, what is sound? The absence of fear, the presence of fear, or simply something we think, only in our heads?
Maybe, we're all silent. We all lack sound. But the silence is our comfort.
Is silence the opposite of something being still? Or the exact same thing?
We often question human nature, regardless of how much we contradict human nature's tendencies.
Can I ask you something?
I just did.
Do we ruse our minds into believing that the simpler of things are possibly, the most complicated?
Take speaking, for example. How is one to speak?
Do you merely open your mouth, and demand sound?
I'm guessing, yes.
But what if sound demands to be demanded?
What if sound is something that is simply put out in the open, and then we just live in its rebound?
Can we run from it's presence?
Well, I am.
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As Silent as A Second Language
PoesíaPoems are often disregarded as a romanticized way of looking at conflict. Here we meet a young girl, who has been mute since she was three. No friends, no life at all. The only way she survives is through her poems. Little do her doctors and countle...
