In Silence

[Iesu]

Symbolism... too much symbolism...

Title Changed... as you know, titles hate me as much as I hate making them...


The squeak of red rusted swings screeched silently with the echoes of the wind upon a lush hill overlooking a city upon the end of its mid-day rush, with the bustle so evident even from that distance were the ringing of buses and trains of a decrescendo, with everything else returning to its serenity, the quaking skies slow to its pause where everything on the outside was left with only the quiet remnants of a few stragglers perhaps too late or on their way to home. Another screech of rust rang with the whisper of the wind, breaking the now fragile silence that encompassed the hill, with only a solitary figure, bathed under the high non?s light, remaining upon the set, his eyes straight across to the open city, with now the silence of a ghost town, the cascade of light that played with the shadows of buildings creating a show for him that rocked upon the aged swings. Tendrils of gray air escaped his lips, fingers of smoke reaching up to the heavens, lengthening with their ascension only to dissipate into nothingness, like an apparition that was never there all along. His breath followed the rhythmic swing rust almost in a tempo that understood how the wind moved, every breath bringing in the softest sound of paper burning, a lit stick remaining between his lips with an evident flare that followed the movement of air in him.

Such apparitions of smoke and ash that flitted into the skies seemed a calling of sorts, though silence was still the major player in this unorthodox orchestra of nature and man that played with the senses, but such motions of a lone man called upon something part of him had wished never to have known, yet part of him, a part to be denied forever, wished to be there. Illusions of mists closed up behind him, though he did not even tilt his head to turn back at the form, as if the light had played the trick around him with mirrors and machinations that forced the air to whiten and create a veil of concealment. And just as soon as the small flash came did it dissipate with the sound of wings in heaven speaking of fleeting motion, eyes of silence reflected the mid-day?s light, almost creating a golden luminescence on dark brown eyes, and a smile that could break the sky though simple and silent as the figure stood by him. The winds rushed around the both of them, creating a world of song that whispered of nothing and everything, and yet he did not turn, nor was there any look of surprise in his expression; only a blank expression that remained out across the city-view.

The silence between them was loud enough to deafen as the winds moved in a slow gale, leaves dancing with the motion of the space around them, as of ghosts playing a game and they were it, with the metronomic screech of rust upon metal swings, the motion of the silent figure unchanged with the slow fall of ash at the end of the white stick between his lips. They did not move, only that silence existed, with the song of the wind.

?Dawn came too soon today?? He voiced out non-chalantly, accompanied by a heavy force of smoke that moved with the tone of his voice, in a manner to which he was speaking to one who for so long had been of comfort.

She only nodded, the flit of wings with her motion created the bridge of the gale?s song, breathing a new life to the next chorus that once again took up volume with a rush.

?I don?t know if I have anything left to say?? A slightly muffled tone played with the stick for a moment before a swear followed suit with the fall of embers ended upon the floors, the squeak of swings silenced with his step, paused on the low swing with one foot suspended, holding upon the seat.

He stood upon the swing seat, rocking his stand with the chains now standing with his force that swung the child?s play back and forth, once again the play of rust with winds picked up a beat and the rhythm followed his voice, ?I?m probably the only one left agonizing over this??

The swings picked up pace, rocking faster back and forth, with each return inching even more to the skies, a voice that was not even fazed, unmoved by the very same lone figure, ?But there?s no going back anyway?? his motion slowed to a uniform tick, similar to a grandfather clock with an old metronome that rocked back and forth, and a tick mimicked by the steel screech on rust, ?Time would?ve just slipped by if I didn?t do anything?? he shook his head, the child?s play once again moving down to a halt, straightened upon his form, ?Waiting wouldn?t have changed anything??

His voice carried a sense of pessimism, a level of hopelessness though still a monotone that would not even follow any rhythm that played upon the background, ?If doing something can change nothing?? the rusted squeak followed his voice, a motion once again the rocked his form and the toy as it would seem, ?Then will doing nothing change everything??

The world moved to silence once again as she remained behind him, the he never gave her the smallest glance, and yet his babbling voice had been for her, and standing there in confusion, she held together her hands, clasped before her, and in silence did she nod for no other reason than to simply agree, and yet he had felt her motion, a furrow forming across his forehead, standing silent as a statue. The sun-dewed hill grew dark with the passing of a solitary cloud across the sky, its pace quick and in mere moments were the field to be covered once again by silent light.

?Let us say simply?? His voice broke the winds, time itself seemingly stopping, creating a world where only the two of them existed, with his voice the only motion, and yet in this world, none moved, not even the smallest flinch, ?That I had done something but nothing came to be?? the voice was agonizingly slow, such matters that only that heart could piece together and were it spoken too fast, the world had no time to comprehend, and it would only be lost in the skies, ?Does it necessarily mean that what I did was wrong..??

The time around them resumed with his swing, pushing forward upon an arch that grew with each complete to-fro motion, ?But that?s why I should make the move right..?? His eyes remained across the field, not waiting for any answer, or maybe knowing better that an answer would never come, ?If I did something? then it would tell me if I was right or wrong??

He pushed harder with the next swing, creating enough momentum to push him all the way over the bar, spinning upon the axle, his eyes upon her with the turn, unmoved, unfazed, with nothing but a silent wonder as he observed diving features, and yet luminescence blinded him, or were it his own mind that did not wish anymore to wait for nothing.

He jumped off the swing, with a force that brought him to the edge of the hill, standing with the winds that rushed, almost in a way carrying him up to the skies, his voice surreal in a world of reality, ?Then? why can?t I know if what I have done is right..??

Her lips parted slightly with his motion, a hand moving raised forward, reaching to him, though still, for reasons beyond anyone, she remained in silence, reserved and held back, standing upon the further distance that kept them here.

His pause was never to wait for an answer, though he had surely wished for one, as the skies played another trick with the litter of clouds that had began to form across what should?ve been a bright day, ?But I can?t force you to speak, now can I..??

His hands moved upon pockets that bulged in a form of a box, or a rectangular case, or of that sort, fidgeting around the storages, ?I can speak all I want? but that never gave you the obligation to speak in return? right..??

His hands revealed a certain red, a pack of smokes still half-full that came into view, the sound of tapping against flesh of the top moved with his voice, ?I don?t know what to do anymore? No one has given me a reason to think otherwise??

He turned simply, a pivot under his current step, a motion towards her though her only expression was a shift to the direction of her gaze, following him as he crossed the silence, the distance that had been so permanent with them. Just as he stood before her, about a head taller in his stance, his freehand lightly touched below her chin, their eyes locked in what seemed to be eternity, his head moving closer to hers, both eyes half-closed though hers had began first. With nothing, not a sound rocking around them, without even a leaf flutter or a sight of light, his lips hovered less than an inch across hers, and everything fell out of place.

His head moved back without even the slightest touch to her lips, his eyes looking away as a voice so hollow it echoed with the start of time, ?So much for wishful thinking??

He moved by her, a stick of white moving between his lips, and in a muffled tone did he whisper, ?Talking to you? Talking to a wall? there?s no difference?? no other thought, no malice in his voice, spoken matter-of-factly in the same hollowed tone, the same monotone, ?But at least you listen...? the voice was like an exclamation point, and short of what followed suit, ?At least? I hope??

He moved another step, now standing to face opposite directions, ?If you told me to?? He paused with thought, a match stick flaring with the sound that broke the song, and made every other note of the wind fail, ?I would wait?? his breath followed the words spoken too quietly that even the ground could never hear, and yet it was clear in spoken to her, ?I would wait for long??

Her lips parted slightly, and without even sight, he had felt her motion, his voice as if to bring reason to his words, with tendrils of smoke the screamed to the skies escaping his lips, ?Because I want to??

He did not wait for any other response, any other answer. His step took him away without batting a glance towards her; he knew well enough that there would be none; but he knew well enough that he could be wrong.