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[#053] The World's Silent Beauty (Original)
Theme Prompt: Silence
Title: The World's Silent Beauty
Fandom: Original
Rating/Warnings: none
Bonus: yes
Word Count: 678
Summary: A silent girl observing a silent world
There is something ironic about silence, always being craved yet never given - many situations in everyday life where a thought may be ‘god i wish it was quieter’, work, home, travel.The funny thing about it is, it's never given..but when it is, the essence of loneliness springs from it like a growing plant, single and alone in a field. The wind is unable to make noise as it moves through.
This is what she felt like, alone, lost in the silence of the world and of herself, even though she was unsure of leaving the safe and soft caressing hands of a silent world; the fear and uncertainty that silence always brings others was something she never had, something she wished to have. To be normal.
Watching as the waves rippled beneath her feet on the shore, she couldn't help but let out as much of a small hum she could, taking solace in even a drop of water could not be heard to her, leaving perhaps the idea of being able to witness the beauty of the world more. Seeing silence allows us to just look. No longer listen and be distracted by the bustling and things around us, but look as people move in their everyday lives around you, back and forth with their own individuality yet not so. Society and the world is so loud, so many voices speaking up against each other, for each other, together with each other.
Yet to her, there is nothing to say.
More ripples flowed under the dick where she sat, bluehair waving in the wind as she held a book close to her heart, nothing to say, that's what she was always asked when teased at school. “Nothing to say huh?” perfect..another loud voice. Another loud voice with a lack of individuality, mocking the poor girl.
Silence can bring something new, but to her, it was old. The contrasts of her view and the world's view made her chuckle as the thoughts came into her mind. Words always failed her, always have. Being unable to speak from a form of muteness already cut off the world in one viewpoint. Yes there is silence, but silence from one's voice is another layer added on top of the society’s cake of everlasting screaming for normality.
But that never comes to mind to her, no, never..perhaps in her dreams where she sings and dances and the world claps for her but, in real life her voice is no more than a breath, no mother than something gone with the wind.
Olivier picked up a rock from beside her she had quietly retrieved from the shore before taking her place on the dock, the wind ruffling her dress and the trees around her. But silence continued. With a weak throw she watched the rock sink down and down and down into the mirrors depth, disturbing the creatures inside.
Emotions can well up like the silence of voices all screaming together - yet with a lack of a voice she could simply not scream as she watched the rock sink, the symbolisation of her freedom and hopes and dreams
As if the world laughed at her when she was born, forever having the plan of being alone - she could not hear either. To many this might be hell, unable to hear loved ones, unable to hear the world around them but as Olivier watched the water below her, she took solace knowing that without hearing and even without a voice, she was strong. Emotions welled deep in her heart and a tear welled and fell down her face, dropping to splash on the water below, yet she did not hear.
Birds flew around the lake, occasionally dipping in to focus on the fishes; she had never heard a birds song, a mother's voice, a friend's cheer. Silence was a part of her, and it always will be.
But that's okay, because she can watch the world move along and focus on the sounds, when she can focus on the beauty
Title: The World's Silent Beauty
Fandom: Original
Rating/Warnings: none
Bonus: yes
Word Count: 678
Summary: A silent girl observing a silent world
There is something ironic about silence, always being craved yet never given - many situations in everyday life where a thought may be ‘god i wish it was quieter’, work, home, travel.The funny thing about it is, it's never given..but when it is, the essence of loneliness springs from it like a growing plant, single and alone in a field. The wind is unable to make noise as it moves through.
This is what she felt like, alone, lost in the silence of the world and of herself, even though she was unsure of leaving the safe and soft caressing hands of a silent world; the fear and uncertainty that silence always brings others was something she never had, something she wished to have. To be normal.
Watching as the waves rippled beneath her feet on the shore, she couldn't help but let out as much of a small hum she could, taking solace in even a drop of water could not be heard to her, leaving perhaps the idea of being able to witness the beauty of the world more. Seeing silence allows us to just look. No longer listen and be distracted by the bustling and things around us, but look as people move in their everyday lives around you, back and forth with their own individuality yet not so. Society and the world is so loud, so many voices speaking up against each other, for each other, together with each other.
Yet to her, there is nothing to say.
More ripples flowed under the dick where she sat, bluehair waving in the wind as she held a book close to her heart, nothing to say, that's what she was always asked when teased at school. “Nothing to say huh?” perfect..another loud voice. Another loud voice with a lack of individuality, mocking the poor girl.
Silence can bring something new, but to her, it was old. The contrasts of her view and the world's view made her chuckle as the thoughts came into her mind. Words always failed her, always have. Being unable to speak from a form of muteness already cut off the world in one viewpoint. Yes there is silence, but silence from one's voice is another layer added on top of the society’s cake of everlasting screaming for normality.
But that never comes to mind to her, no, never..perhaps in her dreams where she sings and dances and the world claps for her but, in real life her voice is no more than a breath, no mother than something gone with the wind.
Olivier picked up a rock from beside her she had quietly retrieved from the shore before taking her place on the dock, the wind ruffling her dress and the trees around her. But silence continued. With a weak throw she watched the rock sink down and down and down into the mirrors depth, disturbing the creatures inside.
Emotions can well up like the silence of voices all screaming together - yet with a lack of a voice she could simply not scream as she watched the rock sink, the symbolisation of her freedom and hopes and dreams
As if the world laughed at her when she was born, forever having the plan of being alone - she could not hear either. To many this might be hell, unable to hear loved ones, unable to hear the world around them but as Olivier watched the water below her, she took solace knowing that without hearing and even without a voice, she was strong. Emotions welled deep in her heart and a tear welled and fell down her face, dropping to splash on the water below, yet she did not hear.
Birds flew around the lake, occasionally dipping in to focus on the fishes; she had never heard a birds song, a mother's voice, a friend's cheer. Silence was a part of her, and it always will be.
But that's okay, because she can watch the world move along and focus on the sounds, when she can focus on the beauty
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