I am in the shoes of someone who listens to the notes of life with more than ears.
History.
Cultures.
Empathy.
Deepness.
She hears better.
Her language is life.
And only the ones who’re slow enough to talk Life language can sit with her.
The world says she can not hear birds.
Maybe not.
But if a bird sat beside her,
they could talk for hours.
The bird would feel understood.
And when it finally flew away,
it would carry more energy in its wings.
Because sometimes,
being understood
reaches places sound can not.