"Waves" by David Fabian

"Waves" by David Fabian

Wednesday, April 10, 2019

Heart, Soul, charged with emotion. It cannot be seen, only heard. Always inside you. Immense, deafening tidal waves explode all around me into existence. Spreading along the scene filled with action around me.  When you open your mouth and let your inner you speak out into the deaf world around you, when you crunch down on a kernel of cereal, they are always there. Sometimes they become even more than waves. They become memories, like a huge impact accompanied with screeching metal, and the sounds my wrist used to make after a harmless game of soccer. They have been with me all my life, branding me memories burned into my mind. Everytime I hear anything that gives me a sickening sense of deja ‘vu, I immediately feel the tidal wave of memories crashing straight into me. I feel the wave hammer down upon my physical being, enough to break through the stone cold wall that now once protected my brittle frigid heart from memories that break my soul into a million pieces, so that I relive those memories, those moments once again.