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Atoms of Sound
Contribution title: Atoms of Sound
Contribution Medium: Open script
Contribution description: Freelance of my own personal life
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How would you prefer your work to be credited: Silvera D. Durango-Brown
Atoms of Sound
I look back, remember and think, I look back and piece together the little details that lead up to the “event”, the moment in time that I cannot take back, and the moment that would change the world, my world, forever.
It now, as people say, seems like a dream. Over the days following I would endure not only tests by laboratory standards but of life, the pursuit of life and the dream of past life , the sequence of life to come, the pain, anguish, the horror, distorted days and weeks, and the isolation. My senses have changed, I feel things never felt, I smell things never smelled, I see things never seen, and I taste the flavor of things that I never experienced on my inexperienced palette. Things around me happen with new speed or with new meaning. Things I remember and never saw are now seen and hardly remembered. The cold chills rise up along my spine as I feel the new sense settle in my senses. Like learning to walk and breaking a grin on the face of innocence to crown my achievement, I feel the super-hero shield when I feel the breaking of atoms around me. I learn to communicate by making motions with the extensions of my brain, the frantic movements to some, the cries of passion to others. I secure my life in the halls of my hallowed chamber, searching for the renewal of energy, the connection of hope and the desire to escape from this cell. But yet, I find the event somewhat of a blessing. If not for the event, I would still endure the torture of many of the curse of having soak up the information true or not true, the constant bombardment of the splitting of atoms, the disruption of the waves of air and the lies, the putrid lies, the pain, oh the pain, and the broken promises. Now I don’t have to endure anything more than what I read, see, or care to endure. I can close my eyes, I can choose not to read, I can ignore, I can IGNORE! My ignorance is now a sense, a escape and a reason. But reality cloaks me, like a curtain from the stage, as I stand to sing, I cannot carry a tune, as I try to call, I cannot form the words, I cannot call out to my lover, and I cannot express my love.
I cannot hear……………
Silvera D. Durango-Brown
