this is the beat of my heart | marr
May 22, 2020 19:29:18 GMT -5
Post by kap on May 22, 2020 19:29:18 GMT -5
Bullseye Beyond
Silence. That's all that I can produce. I can no longer speak, and although I've gotten used to it over the years, it can be frustrating at times. When things bother me, I can't speak up and express that. When I want to thank someone for something kind they've done for me, I can't say a word. Sure, I've got some sign language that I can use, but most people don't understand it.
When I headed out that morning, I shoved a couple dollars and a quarter or two into my pocket from my jar of money that I kept in my bedroom. It was just in case. You never know when having a couple of dollars or some change on you could make a difference. You had to be careful, having money on you, though. There were thieves and pickpockets everywhere.
Although, when it comes to my opinion on thieves and pickpockets, I say, let them do what they do and don't interfere. From what I've seen, a lot of them steal because they need the money. They're often poor, not very well-off and could use even a single dollar. I'm not wealthy myself, so I won't intentionally let them steal from me. If they're good enough at what they do to catch me off guard, though, I'll let them get away with it.
On my walk, I start to get physically tired. That's when I decide to take a break for a minute, leaning my right side against a lamppost. I stood there for a little bit, just watching people pass me by. I smiled at the strangers who greeted me and waved sometimes, too, but I didn't give them a hello. I couldn't give them a hello, and I hated that.
Title from: "This Is Gospel" by Panic! at the Disco
