💫 Lust n love 👅👄
💫 Lust n love 👅👄
For once I unblock my ears, removing the cords, turning towards her, listening intently. I can't remember the last time I did, you know, listen. All I did was hear, words leaping out of her mouth, restless, fast pacing towards me. Her voice was soothing, because when I listened to it, I felt peace surging through out my body. I wondered then, for how long did I block her out? Four, five years? More than that, I think.
You should have seen her speak, her eyes widening, a little smile crackling across her face and her hands striking through the thin air before me. She was ecstatic, for a moment while wistful, for another. As I saw her speak, I shut out everything, the rattling noise of the fan spinning above me, the excessive honking below me, except for the sound of her pitch going higher and lower. I couldn't believe myself, because at that moment, I asked myself, why was I hunting for a new song everyday when the most beautiful of them all could have been heard right inside my home?
Although, It was for the first time, in all those years that she wanted to be listened to and not to be heard. So she told me, things she had seen, like that green patchy field every morning and the vast starry sky every night as she curled into her mother's lap, awaiting a sound sleep. It was beautiful, she said. She told me about the places I'd never visited, like that old house she once ended up in, which was dark and smelled weird, also the crowded streets she'd wandered, where the shadows of the strange faces never left her sight.
You should have seen her speak, her eyes widening, a little smile crackling across her face and her hands striking through the thin air before me. She was ecstatic, for a moment while wistful, for another. As I saw her speak, I shut out everything, the rattling noise of the fan spinning above me, the excessive honking below me, except for the sound of her pitch going higher and lower. I couldn't believe myself, because at that moment, I asked myself, why was I hunting for a new song everyday when the most beautiful of them all could have been heard right inside my home?
"One day, I will just be a memory", Ma told me, when she finally got away
For once I unblock my ears, removing the cords, turning towards her, listening intently. I can't remember the last time I did, you know, listen. All I did was hear, words leaping out of her mouth, restless, fast pacing towards me. Her voice was soothing, because when I listened to it, I felt peace surging through out my body. I wondered then, for how long did I block her out? Four, five years? More than that, I think.
You should have seen her speak, her eyes widening, a little smile crackling across her face and her hands striking through the thin air before me. She was ecstatic, for a moment while wistful, for another. As I saw her speak, I shut out everything, the rattling noise of the fan spinning above me, the excessive honking below me, except for the sound of her pitch going higher and lower. I couldn't believe myself, because at that moment, I asked myself, why was I hunting for a new song everyday when the most beautiful of them all could have been heard right inside my home?
Although, It was for the first time, in all those years that she wanted to be listened to and not to be heard. So she told me, things she had seen, like that green patchy field every morning and the vast starry sky every night as she curled into her mother's lap, awaiting a sound sleep. It was beautiful, she said. She told me about the places I'd never visited, like that old house she once ended up in, which was dark and smelled weird, also the crowded streets she'd wandered, where the shadows of the strange faces never left her sight.
You should have seen her speak, her eyes widening, a little smile crackling across her face and her hands striking through the thin air before me. She was ecstatic, for a moment while wistful, for another. As I saw her speak, I shut out everything, the rattling noise of the fan spinning above me, the excessive honking below me, except for the sound of her pitch going higher and lower. I couldn't believe myself, because at that moment, I asked myself, why was I hunting for a new song everyday when the most beautiful of them all could have been heard right inside my home?
"One day, I will just be a memory", Ma told me, when she finally got away
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