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to whomever it may concern,
i am quiet. quietly quiet, the most quiet you could ever (not) hear. my footsteps are like pin-drops. my voice is underdeveloped. kind of like a calf's legs, or possibly a premature baby.
it cracks and wavers with every silly syllable. oh, how silly they are.
my hands are gentle and soft, because i'm afraid if i touch anything to hard, too quickly, i'll make noise. so i keep to myself.
i don't talk at home. to your questions i answer with silence. though it's not just silence because in my head i'm rambling. i'm talking all about what i saw the other day on the news. what i saw in the hallway or what i heard in class.
did you know that in order for a redwood tree to gain regrowth, it has to be burned down?
you didn't.
because i never told you. and now you never will.
because
i.
am.
quiet.
so quiet, in fact, you may be able to hear that little ringing you seem to find when in silence whenever i breathe.
fascinating, isn't it?
that ringing.
it always seems to find its way in, even in the quietest of times. i wonder, can it squeeze itself into those isolation chambers that some people use to experience lucid dreams? even with the layers, upon layers of concrete that surround it?
my voice gets caught in my throat. it feels like a knot, like something i swallowed when i was a kid that the doctors could never find. maybe they couldn't find it because it's invisible.
do i have a voice at all?
one may ask.
do they ever talk?
one may whisper.
behind me while i take notes on the electromagnetic spectrum and how red is the one color that has the longest wavelength. i write carefully.
i wonder, if i were to draw a line, with a singular pen from Maine all the way across to California, would that line be as long as the wavelength of the color red?
no, that would be impossible.
what if it was with a red pen?
absolutely impossible.
hmm.
oftentimes, i find myself being surrounded by voices. not the mental kind, no, the virtual kind.
i like to play videos in the background while i do my daily duties. it comforts me. i like the sound of other people's voices. they're quirky and weird and a little awkward. i like to think that their vocal chords are like symphonies that've practicing a sentence over and over again before they can perfect it. but the vocal chords never went to music school so it never comes out right.
that's okay, though, because i never went to music school either, and neither did my vocal chords.
isn't it funny that our chords can hit any note they'd like, whether it be odd or unpleasant, but a singular piano chord can only ring out one?
i find that quite amusing.
voices are beautiful in their strange dips and fissures. and they're extra gorgeous when going through something as unpredictable as puberty. they wobble and deepen, sinking into throats like they're bean bag chairs. comfort.
comforting.
the baritones and sopranos fill me like a pots fill mugs with hot coffee. they're warm.
i heard once that people who turn the tv on and let it play in the background without paying attention are lonely.
i also heard that people who take long, hot showers are quiet lonesome as well.
but who cares what i hear?
because when am i ever going to tell it?
never.
because i'm quiet.
as quiet as
can
be.
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