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January 1, 2017 It's New Years, Apparently.
They say a new year marks a new beginning. A place to start over. Or in the very least, make changes.
I know Shiloh grows tired of my silence. He's patient, attentive. He speaks enough for the two of us, but that doesn't change that all I can add to the conversation is a dead, wide-eyed stare and tight lips. I wish I could tell him why. I suppose I could write it all down in a letter, but...in order to fully explain, it would turn out to be a novel by the time I was finished.
And even then....would he understand? Even if I spill my soul on a sheet of paper, told him everything....No one could understand why after everything, I refuse to speak. The monks of St. George Monastery understood. I don't know what they saw in my eyes that night, but they understood. They somehow knew not to touch me, not to coax me into speech, they simply....let me exist.
Shiloh lets me exist. He'll talk my ear off, he'll do things to try to make me laugh to the point I have to fight a smile. But, he doesn't expect anything in return. I wonder how long he'll stay that way. When he'll finally get tired of my silence and scream at the top of his lungs to try to get me to speak.
And yet, all I could give him was a wide eyed stare and tight lips.
I'm sorry, Shi. ____________________________________________ (This thread will include journal entries, things she's scribbled from her surroundings, books she's read, music she's listened to. As well as gifs/visuals to add a bit more of a flare. Distracting to some, where some like the interaction with it. To each their own. All things here are most relevant to her world. Things that aren't my own writing will be given credit to.)
January 1, 2017 It's New Years, Apparently.
They say a new year marks a new beginning. A place to start over. Or in the very least, make changes.
I know Shiloh grows tired of my silence. He's patient, attentive. He speaks enough for the two of us, but that doesn't change that all I can add to the conversation is a dead, wide-eyed stare and tight lips. I wish I could tell him why. I suppose I could write it all down in a letter, but...in order to fully explain, it would turn out to be a novel by the time I was finished.
And even then....would he understand? Even if I spill my soul on a sheet of paper, told him everything....No one could understand why after everything, I refuse to speak. The monks of St. George Monastery understood. I don't know what they saw in my eyes that night, but they understood. They somehow knew not to touch me, not to coax me into speech, they simply....let me exist.
Shiloh lets me exist. He'll talk my ear off, he'll do things to try to make me laugh to the point I have to fight a smile. But, he doesn't expect anything in return. I wonder how long he'll stay that way. When he'll finally get tired of my silence and scream at the top of his lungs to try to get me to speak.
And yet, all I could give him was a wide eyed stare and tight lips.
I'm sorry, Shi. ____________________________________________ (This thread will include journal entries, things she's scribbled from her surroundings, books she's read, music she's listened to. As well as gifs/visuals to add a bit more of a flare. Distracting to some, where some like the interaction with it. To each their own. All things here are most relevant to her world. Things that aren't my own writing will be given credit to.)