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The Silence of the Loudest


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by RESIE CAITH ALLYSSA VINLUAN | Features Correspondent



The moment it comes down, they will try to avoid it. No one dares to dance with it in their favorite dress. The chirping birds tried to hide themselves together with the people eager to find buses on their way back home. What an unlucky day to encounter the tears from above. Those drops slowly fell from fluffy but dark cottons until they met the cold ground creating a weird smell. The falling water is taking over the world, screaming, shouting, until you can't hear yourself. Rain has the loudest sound.

Some say, you only live once. On the other side, they believe that past life and next life exists. But no one can prove it until you reach the place where the spirit meets the bones. We are breathing in a world where cuts under scars are inescapable. Where life can be a curse and death can be the way. But there's a point when they wanted to hold on for the living but ended up crying under the stone. There's a time when tears cannot hold and all you could do is to let it out like how the clouds let the rain fall. Their tears are the rain. How fast it reached the ground is the same as the unfair world pulled their miserable souls. When their stories collided, it became a storm. No matter how loud it is, no one has an ability to listen.

The feeling of peacefully walking at night then woke up being destroyed by a monster. Several fists landed on stomach, face, and head until he couldn't feel pain because of pain. While she was treated like a toy in the middle of a sugarcane field, sweet things but bitter happenings. Kneeling down was not enough to tame the beast. Unbelievable armalite decided on their faith. Reputation, honor, dignity, and life, they all blew that up. Together with a melon orange Giordano Classic t-shirt, she slept forever. He is her companion and their dreams broke apart in just a simple walk of time. The first two tears from the sky.

Maybe for some, popularity is everything. Imagine, stepping inside the room and all the eyes on you. Many people would probably be jealous but sometimes, that is not a good thing. Number 444 is believed to have a meaning of protection and encouragement but without the other four, it is a hell. Being kept for more than a month for saying a word, for being honest. Rise of the sun or shine of the moon, she was there without a single sheet. Feeling lonely and empty while hundreds of demons are laughing for her miserable life they proudly made. Without any defenses and hope, the only answer is to give everything away and beg to just end the suffering. Despite all the burning sessions on self-build hell, the evils are now free walking anywhere they want. The third broken heart from above.

Advantages of having enough power are amazing. The cruelty of assuming a power is irritating. He dreamed of serving people like them but they are the ones who took that opportunity away by writing thorns in their scripted scene. Building false accusations were painted on their minds. His sadness is their happiness. Saying that the boy started the war and they do not have a choice but to put the blaze in the dark. From behind, they intentionally placed a gun on his left hand to prove their testimony against the teen. "Please, stop, I still have an exam tomorrow" wasn't enough and that was the last words of a boy who is actually a right-handed person.

No one has the right to choose who or where we are going to be born. It is not in our palm to decide whether we are gonna be an Asian, White, African, Black, or maybe an animal. Even if we have different colors or appearance, it is clear that we are all living things. But some people have a running blood on their nerves that do think they are standing on the highest cliff. Counterfeit money is a simple paper but that makes him feel little. He asked to spare his beloved life while a knee was on his neck trying to stop him from speaking up. The man who pushed onto the ground and pulled his story up there.

Money can't buy happiness, an old saying that many believed and still stand with it. On the other hand, if your happiness is to finish your studies, you need money. If you want to give your parents a good life, you need money. To keep your family under the roof, you need money. If you are hungry, you need money to buy food. To live in this world, you need that paper in your pocket. It was a terror master but an amazing servant. Connections with other people is also a big deal. Now, when a person has a connection and money combined, a big name will build itself. Her story passes on several tongues and melodies. Some don't believe, some are seeking justice. Like a drink who completes their appetite. She is not the only one who has words like this. If this is all true, the real king of the underworld will probably be ashamed of his own throne. Decades or centuries may pass but their waiting will never end.

When your body turns its back on you. White curtains, blue gown, single bed and a lot of apparatus. Laying down and waiting for the professional to announce what's next or if there will be. They cannot stop the spread of the enemies inside. No human harmed them or threatened to drop the farewell, it just came up. Severe pain is their strongest opponent, all they can do is to stare at the white ceiling and forget that they will soon get better when white light comes to save them. Different disabilities, different people, different pain, and age peacefully watching the things they should have enjoyed.

Heavy tears from heaven. Their pain is kissing the umbrella that people used to protect themselves. Some of their tears sleep on the cold grounds then suddenly stepped by someone who is walking around. Every drop of rain is their unforgettable pain. It is a painful death when you do not want to die yet. When the rain stopped, usually no one noticed it until a split of minutes passed. And when they wipe their own tears away, crystal drops will fade and it is hard to remember that day. It may dry but their experience will never die. Rain has the loudest sound, holding their silence.



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