You will never fly
So at the height of my freedom
You have gathered your chains
You cannot abide those with the courage to live
But I cannot be erased
And without fear
Silence is a language I refuse to speak
Feel free to drown in the blackness of your own shame
I will not deprive you of what you seek to destroy
But I promise that you will hear my screams in whichever safe haven you choose to cower
My voice will follow, my voice will smile as you fall
My voice will echo in the sky
My thunder will strike you to the ground and my lightning will reveal you to the world
My voice will not die, even as my body crumbles
And I hope your ears bleed
And so I stood.
My heart beating, and breaking all the same.
And it was so, so beautiful.
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Everyone. I mean it.
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Sometimes I really wonder how blind people see others. Like if they are actually glimpsing the feelings that their mother or spouse or best friend give them, or if everyone’s voices show them different colours or something, because that just seems so much more real than seeing bodies.
It’s not that I feel sad, I just don’t think I know what happiness is.