Edited by: Farah Hatem
Have you ever put the world around you on mute? All the voices, the noises, the millions of sounds you let in every minute? It must be hard, even harder than you think. But how come it is so easy inside of my head? I might’ve been gifted -or cursed- with a gift I had no intention of choosing. I can’t hear your whispers or your loudest screams and I can’t call back at you. I know what you’re thinking, but it’s not a disease, it’s only the power of my own will.
I sealed all routes to my ears shut and I secured all the gateways out of my mouth. Have you looked closely at the space called my brain? It was never tranquil, my friend. It was never easy, trying to stop my raging waves using my bare hands, trying to capture smoke and tame it, chasing a mirage for miles and miles. You ask why I chose silence? The answer is simple! Because I read. The messages sent by your eyes, the energy your body radiates, the waves traveling from your side to mine tell me more than you will ever be able to, but what about me? Dragging my own feet into a hole many beg to escape out of.
Fancy knowing what I think? Hop into my train of thoughts. Need an answer to your questions? Read in between my lines. Want to know how you get in? You only knock. I shouted, over and over until I lost the will, I screamed but no one ever listened, I yelled and plead but always in vain. My words evaporated, a drought in the middle of an ocean. All until I made my choice, I shall no longer wait, no longer be driven nor be-slaved. My pen speaks, so does my silence.
Silence is my home, my fort, and my poison, in the end, how wrong could it be if you chose your poison on your own? You know it could kill you, but at least you’ll enjoy it.