El sonido del silencio
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Are we dying?
Why does this tingling appears?
Is my body shutting down? Or getting a brand new life?
Why do I feel everything instead?
Is not like I didn't feel life before, is more like I wasn't really alive before this moment.
Like fireworks in the darkest night each and everyone of my nerves and cells and neurons are exploding.
Then the sudden darkness...
Am I alone?
Where's everything?
Where am I?
It doesn't matter... Is too quiet and peaceful...
I can hear a voice that I know...
Yes... That's me... Did I sounded like that?
No. That's not my language. Not.
That's my keepers language...
What have they done... I shouldn't let that hatred, that anger go out... Yet I can't stop it. The darkness is all around me.
There's nothing but me.
That's ok. I am ok.
Am I still alive? Why did my protector had to be shown. I know in human eyes he's like a demon. Although there's nothing like demons. He's only ancient.
Prior human kind. He's so big.
I can sense the limits of this darkness... Are those humans? Was I human? Are they afraid?
Yes they're afraid. Nobody ever had witnessed my darkness... Yes they're afraid. I must go back... But how?
Where should I go if there's anything around?
There's nothingness...
But I can feel... I can feel where are they... Somewhere out here.
Maybe if I just SEE
But I can't remember how to see...
Feel... Just feel where are they...
There... There's a small portion of light. A point? A photone?
Yes follow up or just try to focus... There, there is Life...
I was watching a Netflix series this song appeared. The I remembered... I've been there... And I will come back there some day... We all do... And after the darkness... There's light... So intense, so beautiful and comforting and peaceful and I wasn't alone and also I was... Every question was answered until every question ceased to exist.
So beautiful so pure. So full of possibilities. I was reminded that we get to choose what we experience and that everything we believe is a problem. Is.
That circumstances are our creations the resonance of everything around us vibrating to show us what we really care about.
I know that you love me.
You know that I love you.
I am sure that if you really want to be with me you'll find a way and I also know that now I am free more than I thought I would be.
I will call you on my birthday.
I hope you answer.
I will leave you now with the lyrics of the song:
Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams, I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light, I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never shared
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence
"Fools" said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you"
But my words, like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
Then the sign said, "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
In tenement halls"
And whispered in the sound of silence
