The Blind-Deaf-Mute

Coarse, blind, deaf, mute, clumsy, a tool, stubborn.
It's all I've been. For you, I have become a thing that does nothing besides loving you.

She was once a successful woman, they say. You may even have met her on her best days when, they say, she was athletic, sharp-minded, beautiful. One day, she fell in love in the wrong place, the poor soul.
Dear reader, if you haven't been told this before, if the shrieks that can be distinguished amidst the constant songs in the air didn't warn you, I will tell you now: Don't fall in love in Disturbia, the Shakirian Plane of Horror.

At first, it was the usual: Infatuated, she begged, she got on her knees for her loved one. Uninterested, but too kind to plainly reject her, the object of her love paid her some attention, treated her kindly, and told her "Maybe, one day", dooming her to eternal hope.

She said "Maybe, I don't know. I kinda like to take things slow. It doesn't mean yes, but it doesn't mean no. Just maybe we'll see how it goes."

Soon enough, the loved one became tired of her, became distant, and, eventually, disappeared from her life. She became unable to forget and unable to get over that hope. Her mind twisted and swirled around the hope, until she could only think about that love that wasn't. She escaped her town and ran to the forests, trying to forget her love, in vain.
She started becoming erratic, her sharp mind lost her excellent abilities for methodology and argumentation. Once athletic, she became clumsy, the heels of her feet looking crooked and bent in weird angles. She stopped sleeping, her face turning haggard and dishevelled. At that point, she tried the impossible to get out of her curse. Old witch potions only caused stomach aches, demon princes turned her away from bargains, the old Pop Gods' statues she prayed at cracked.
And then, one by one, the intensity of her love started taking away her senses. Her eyes emptied, her mouth made no sounds and, in what some would have considered a blessing amidst the terrible, she could not hear the soft cacophony of distorted pop songs in the air anymore. The trees she touched in her path had no texture, for she could only feel the texture of her loved one's skin.

She can be seen walking aimlessly around the forests and jungles of the world, now no more than a dark figure, covered in black, shredded cloths, her face pointing downwards with unrecognizable features, producing no sound, but moving her lips slowly, forming repeatedly the word "Maybe"

The BlindDeafMute: Early Stagesv by Pictures from Unsplash, edited by TJ

How many times did I try to bury you in my memories? Even if I say "No more" It's the same story, all over again.
If I could exorcise myself from your voice, if I could escape from your name, if I could tear my heart from my chest and hide again not to feel clumsy, blind, deaf, mute...

The BlindDeafMute by Naelin, using pictures from Unsplash

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