Lately I've discovered the immense power of sounds. The prison around me is not made of iron rods that you can cut them through. They are of sounds. Sounds of words which probably you don't wish to know. Because they already are so harmful.
I struggle. To keep the meaning and the sounds separated. To deal with "one at a time". In some places you can not. The sounds come to me as strangle of rope around the neck. The meanings like light in a thunder take time to reach. The harm is already done. The relation with sound and physical problems may not be usual, but they are a reality.
The beauty of life is understanding the shades of it. Like Sound. It's not so bad always. My equipments are limited. I can not deal with it.
But sounds surely have reached to people as wonders as well.
Two vibrant colours seldom exist. One of my fascinating experiences of existence include looking for and finding the shades...
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