عكس

"For ever, I have witnessed the convention that a picture is worth a thousand words. And indeed, it is my sight that speaks to me as well. I read how people look at us in my silence but not yours. I have become so good at reading that over time I have come to differentiate between the vast variations of what a smile conveys. From pity, to your regular smile of trying to be nice. I see you nodding your head as if you know what I just said to myself, but I know that you do not know the difference between those smiles. I read the awkwardness I impose. It is my strength that weakens me.
Take my husband, I read the million messages he conveys to our sorroundings. Sometimes, when it is not so obvious, I let him know that it does not bother me how I am percieved. I let him know that I can block a thousand voices when I don't even hear any sounds, but it is his rambling eyes that never fail to shatter my wordy heart to pieces. I try to reason with him, my oh so dear husband, that he should not be ashamed when people smile at him motioning back to me. Many times I have seen my husband mutely scream and it is his face that deafens my heart. What burden have I dropped on your shoulders, love, that you shall suffer when I, the one in question, am at peace."