Literature
The Colors of Opalia's Silence
You never spoke, for as long as I can remember, but what you have told me is richer than words. The different colors of your silence have painted a picture for me, more faceted than a diamond. They always shone brightly as my beacon over restless waters.
Your focused silence under murky green and stripes of earth tones, with your brow furrowed in concentration, laying on your stomach for hours already, gaze steadily locked onto the target as your finger slowly pulls the trigger.
This silence is filled with the whispers of the forest, bird songs, the buzzing of small insects and a creek murmuring in the ravine. It smells of wet soil in the sh