Silence is a friend of mine [Open]
Aug 20, 2014 9:56:20 GMT -5
Post by Sage on Aug 20, 2014 9:56:20 GMT -5
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My fingers work tirelessly, the poem on the page before me coming to life as I write, something I do quite often on days like today. I really don't want to go out today, perhaps that is just me but I don't see the point in socializing because I can't even hear what others want to say to me. Funny how life gets sometimes, when we don't want to socialize or do something with others the universe seems to listen, at least it listens to me. Perhaps it is because I don't have the distractions of noise to interfere with things.
I look down at the page and read over my work, unsatisfied with it. I have been working on this poem for a long time now, never able to find inspiration to tie everything together but perhaps I just haven't found what I'm looking for yet. A light tap on my shoulder startles me and I turn to see one of the avoxes, Miyuki I believe her name was, looking at me with her fiery hazel eyes. She's quite pretty for an avox and we share something in common, we're both silent. She's silent by force whereas I am silent by choice. I smile at her and she smiles back. She understands me in a way no one else does and for that I am grateful. She signs that lunch is ready and I nod, standing from my chair and padding into the kitchen where my mother is cooking. Because I can't hear anything, my other senses have had to become stronger to make up for my lack of hearing, my eyesight being the strongest of those senses and what I see on the table makes my stomach grumble.
"What's for breakfast?" I sign to my mom. She smiles and signs back. "Only your favorite" I grin, sitting at the table. Miyuki serves up my favorite food, pancakes and sausages before retreating away from the table to stand waiting for us. I eat quickly before deciding to go for a walk. Once I'm finished, I sign to my mother that I am going for a walk and she nods.
The Capitol, if you take away all the sounds, is actually quite beautiful, especially in the afternoon hours. I walk silently along, my dark green dress snug against my curves as I walk and the green flats on my feet feeling kind of uncomfortable. My mother insists on me going out looking my best, I don't understand why, it's not like I'll ever meet anyone who understands me. Maybe one day you will. I learned long ago not to get my hopes up though.
As I walk, I kind of space out and before I know what's going on, I suddenly find myself staring into the eyes of a stranger. "I'm sowrry" I say and it feels so weird talking. I haven't talked in ages and it just doesn't feel right to use my voice.