just listen…
what do you hear?
from this image alone, your mind makes up sounds, your ears being the victim.
the clouds and sun suggest it’s daytime and the trees make you think birds are chirping around somewhere near.
far away in the distance though are sirens, loud, pair that with a blaring monotone horn and it’s almost like nails dragging on a chalkboard — but for you it’s way worse than that. the lights trigger memories you can’t forget, the sounds make your body shake uncontrollably.
this is not what it looks like. there are children screaming now around the corner and the sirens come close too often.
it doesn’t help the police station is right across the street from you, but when silence does finally come, and the sirens subside, you begin to think.
so as the sun sets at the end of the day, it seems fair to say — if you listen hard enough, you are not who you think you are — silence defeats you.
Published by emriyus
I am human, just like you. I have been around for 20 years and although it may not be a lot of time to some, it feels like I've been alive forever. To cope with all the things my life has given me; good and bad, I've always been a writer. Maybe I didn't know or necessarily want to be a writer, but I was always on the creative side, not really understanding how different I was from others; I'm really not that different from you. To this day I'm still eager to learn more about myself, to improve and grow amorphously. I want to use this fuel of constant self-discovery as the direct source of 'energy' that can create whatever I want it to, making writing for me a healthier coping mechanism than most I've tried in my lifetime. That being said, I believe that starting my blog, The Existentialist, (all thanks to Wordpress and Bluehost teams) I finally have the opportunity and creative outlet to unleash my passion for art; writing. The beginning is never easy, and it won't get much easier I am aware. I can only believe in myself and keep my expectations to a minimum; I like to believe I hold no expectations, but they seem unavoidable. To whoever reads this, I'm not one to care about views or reads, I won't encourage/pressure you to read my work because for me, the thrill really comes from just making a finished piece of work I'm happy with, regardless if it is read by others or not; judgement from others is what I've feared all my life. I can only encourage you to have an open mind as a reader and believe in me as much as I believe in myself to accumulate the courage to start showing my creative writing(art) to the world. Everybody creates things in their lifetime, I am just another one of those beings; whether you like it or not, nouns (persons, places and 'things') exist to teach us something about ourselves. There is always more to learn...
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