LISTEN

Somewhere along the way I forgot to listen. Did you know the world sings, even before she was born, before everything, there was the humming, a frequency from the beginning of all things. I had spent years lying and pretending, hiding conversations with the moon and my bedroom walls. It was easy to joke about insanity when I believed it myself. But now it has become peaceful, only when I stopped listening could I appreciate how loud the silence was. There’s always a noise, a song in their own right, trebles and trills, cascades and cacophonies, a jumble of ever-present chaos. Even these lines. written in; Silence, rEad without a? sound. Sometimes I wish I could listen to the first ever song, just to know what it felt like to be truly unalone. But maybe, I’m fooling myself, maybe I’ve heard it already, the pitter-patter of rain drops, or the whistling trees in the wind. I used to scorn lovers who lost themselves in their sweetheart’s laughter, friends oblivious for hours at a time in collective glee, parents joining in on the giggles of their children or the whispered silence of found family. Perhaps they found the song without even searching for it. Afterall no one knows for sure what triggered the big bang, for all we know the humming could have been the last message from a time before ours, to be heard and passed on. By the end of this line I would have resumed my search, but I’ll also try not to forget, To Listen.