Ordinarily there was only one thing on the mind of the poor helpless soul who was filled with laughter. He couldn't stop laughing, because the silence almost made him burst into tears of joy. The words that came from his mouth weren't anything that you would expect to hear from a boy with such high enthusiasm, but nevertheless he spoke without even thinking that he was moving his lips, but what he wanted to say was always on his mind, but when he got the chance he wondered if everyone would just look at him and laugh, and he wondered if they were laughing because they thought what he had said was funny or if they were laughing because they thought that he was funny. He didn't care either way, but he did, so much, and it began to define him.
He fell to his knees, looking down at his feet, he looked up at the sky and before he knew it his voice was gone. He tried to speak but all he did was choke on his own breath, and when he got the chance to breathe again, he wondered, had it all been worth it. Had it really all been worth it? Had he held on to what he really wanted to say for so long that when he wanted to say it the words just would not come out? He pounded his chest and tried to write something with his finger in the dirt, he got up and looked down at what he had written and then he kicked the dirt so that all the words became scrambled up in the dust. And inside his head, he didn't know what to think about what he had done. He never had forseen that there would come a time, where he could not say everything he wanted to say, and this made the little boy sad. He felt like there was a hole in his head, filled with everything that was missing in his life, and there was no way that he could get it back. He tore off his shirt and threw it on the ground, his skin melted against the hot sun. He fell down to the ground again, and this time he layed down flat on his back. He wished he could wish for something that would bring it all back to him. He felt so empty, and yet so free. Why was this happening to him? He thought that if he waited long enough he was sure that the words would come out one day, and that when they did he would understand what they meant.
I cried for him because he couldn't speak. I spoke to him and I said, "Little boy, if your head is filled with all these thoughts, then let me see what's inside. I know you are afraid and that being afraid makes you scared, but there is something that you must say, and that is absolutely, positively, everything that you have ever wanted to say."
The boy stood up to face me, and when he opened his mouth, he
told me everything. He told me that when he feels like there is
no hope, he said, "Just remember that you have all the time in
the world. And when there is no life, that life is something you
live for, and not something you die for. And that when he wants
to cry, he will smile, and laugh, and cry, because he feels
everything, and sometimes he feels nothing at all." And then the
boy did something that i did not expect, he laughed. I asked him,
"Why are you laughing?"
And he replied, "I don't know, I just feel happy."
I smiled at him with a huge smile, my cheeks were bulging out of my head, and my hands were shaking as i took his hand and lifted him up on to my shoulders, where he could see everything, but he did not say a word, he just thought about how beautiful everything was and what it might look like if no one had never said anything at all. He thought about all the silence, and how he could fill the world with the sound of his voice.