4/7

I have heard the silence of confidence, the loudness of insecurity and the voices who speak but doesn’t have anything to say. I’ve heard people complain about the behavior of others, before doing the same thing to the next. I’ve heard words of seduction and their echo that refuses to leave your mind. I’ve heard whispers that gives your soul chills and your skin goosebumps. I’ve heard heartbeats while being kissed by lust, or kissed by love. I’ve heard promises that aren’t true, and confessions that are. I’ve heard the sound of freedom and the chime of repression. I’ve heard lies being spoken, when claimed to be honest. I’ve heard people say that my life is without fault, not knowing that I’ve learned many hard lessons early in life. I’ve heard about those who have yet to experience a disaster, and those who have been at the bottom before even growing up. I’ve heard the subtle hum of a living, breathing forest, and the currents of change crashing against the shore. I’ve heard the facets of another language, and words that I once couldn’t understand, become my own. I’ve heard my name in the mouth of someone else, and felt what it tastes like too. I’ve heard words of love and words of hurt, and words that loses its meaning once they meet reality. I’ve heard people like myself, who answer questions with more questions. I’ve heard unspoken dreams and syllables begging to be unbound, to be released, and the significant phrase saying to not look for validation from people who live a life of limitations and to stop asking people who have never been where you are going, for directions. I’ve heard stories of lost places, before finding myself being one of its characters, chasing another hidden beach and another lavender sunset, with golden boys run by charm. Collecting memories in a world between worlds. I’ve heard the tales of the artists, of the rule breakers, of the untamed, of the wild. Those with minds filled with stories rather than facts. With life as their school and the earth as their teacher. And I’ve heard the voice calling me home, to the center of my being. Back to the hole inside my chest, the hole I once thought could be filled by the love of others.