The Silent Fall
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Last published Sun, Apr 20, 2025
I wonder how it feels to hear comforting words; how much would they affect you? Do verbally said words hits different? Would they feel more... comforting?
I've read people loving the silence, I understand what they meant, but I can't help but think that they should be happy their world is noisy, one that I very much wanted to experience.
A world in silence forever is too much to stay in. No ringing of the ears, just void. A blank world, no laughter, no cries. I can't hear nor talk.
Kaya, sobrang sobra ako ma-curious, paano magkagusto? Paano ko mararanasan yung mga nararanasan ng normal na tao? How does it feel to voice out words and be heard? I can't do anything about my situation, but I've always wonder, how would it feel to have someone who'll understand me? Who'll go through my world just to be with me? Though, sino ba naman ang susubok?
Started: 04/20/2025
Ended: [ongoing]
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