Silence and Screaming
The sun peeks out from behind the solemn clouds, a reminder of light on a dark day, sneaking up and glittering off the windows of the cars that speed past us. I patter next to you quickly, my sore feet barely covered by the warmed faux leather flats I wear, a thin barrier between my skin and the rough concrete beneath, and my legs are bare, showing the immense amount of sun exposure I receive. Your movements are languid and noiseless, as faded and worn as your appearance, feet covered entirely in shades of gray canvas and legs hidden with dark denim. Your strides are so long that I am practically skipping in order to keep up with you. My eyes flick from shining car to shining car as they pass us, smiling at some people …show more content…
And that day, surrounded by a combination of opposites--asphalt and soil, metal and leaves, clouds and sun, you and I--that day, I could hear you.The steady sound of chipping wood against aging concrete that resounds from your board is a hymn of familiarity and protection. Your soft, soundless breaths to the beat of a tuneless lullaby are a melody in themselves, one of patience and attention. And the caress of our hands, that is a whispered assurance of love, you are tracing patterns of the universe onto my skin, you are labeling me a galaxy, beautiful and individual and astonishing, something that you could gaze at forever.
I have always been extreme, black or white, ecstatic or depressed, a perfect picture of radicality, the epitome of ‘go hard or go home.’ My struggle is forever with intensity, for I have lived a life of polar opposites, not bothering to try to understand those on the other side. How can two things so diametrically opposed possibly exist in harmony? I’ve always believed if we are not the same then we are antithetical, we cannot understand each other when we are so impossibly different. But no, perhaps opposites can understand each other. Perhaps being opposites does not mean that we are so terribly different.
There is a universal language in this world, and silence and screaming speak it just the
The sun peeks out from behind the solemn clouds, a reminder of light on a dark day, sneaking up and glittering off the windows of the cars that speed past us. I patter next to you quickly, my sore feet barely covered by the warmed faux leather flats I wear, a thin barrier between my skin and the rough concrete beneath, and my legs are bare, showing the immense amount of sun exposure I receive. Your movements are languid and noiseless, as faded and worn as your appearance, feet covered entirely in shades of gray canvas and legs hidden with dark denim. Your strides are so long that I am practically skipping in order to keep up with you. My eyes flick from shining car to shining car as they pass us, smiling at some people …show more content…
And that day, surrounded by a combination of opposites--asphalt and soil, metal and leaves, clouds and sun, you and I--that day, I could hear you.The steady sound of chipping wood against aging concrete that resounds from your board is a hymn of familiarity and protection. Your soft, soundless breaths to the beat of a tuneless lullaby are a melody in themselves, one of patience and attention. And the caress of our hands, that is a whispered assurance of love, you are tracing patterns of the universe onto my skin, you are labeling me a galaxy, beautiful and individual and astonishing, something that you could gaze at forever.
I have always been extreme, black or white, ecstatic or depressed, a perfect picture of radicality, the epitome of ‘go hard or go home.’ My struggle is forever with intensity, for I have lived a life of polar opposites, not bothering to try to understand those on the other side. How can two things so diametrically opposed possibly exist in harmony? I’ve always believed if we are not the same then we are antithetical, we cannot understand each other when we are so impossibly different. But no, perhaps opposites can understand each other. Perhaps being opposites does not mean that we are so terribly different.
There is a universal language in this world, and silence and screaming speak it just the