It wasn’t that he seemed out of this world or even one-in-a-million and yet he was not a fraction of the multitude of a race that only believes in keeping oneself different from others. And I stood at a distance thinking how wonderful it would feel to have and hold.
Obscured under the blue, blue sky, he preferred solitude and for him she was nothing more than a mere stranger with an unhealthy obsession for words.
This boy is running but from what? Seems like from everything and probably nothing.
Focused; in his own world, yet cautious not to fumble over the cracks in the slab of pavement.
Above all they are his, as he glides over, one after the other.
He is like the calm to my eternal chaos.
He offers a smile to his invisible audience, whose cheers are still audible over the waltz of traffic and a cliched betrayal. Strangers who share his same verifiable reality remain indifferent, slouching over their steering wheels.
Though this boy does not care.
He fails to notice, in fact. He gallops home, ignoring their guises of this lacklustre steel town.
The rolling clouds bow over to him, allowing him his rightful throne. He wallows in the fire cast by the mysterious deity; sovereign. He advances but remains put. Nothing more, nothing less.
His mind is a fortress. Impenetrable.
He continues home, but to no one in particular.
And not to his home.
Then to where, and to which home? I could not tell you, and nor could he.
His destination has yet to present itself.
The boy does not care – I admit finally. He continues to run.
Feel my words let them create the mood for our very first encounter; shall we be friends of the word or strangers or more let my words please you and fill your every need you assumed never existed.
I sense your needs feel your loneliness your emptiness. I offer you – let my words to embrace you, ease your pain give you comfort and let the emptiness evaporate create the world you want.
You believe in logic and I prefer the cadence of rhyme but perhaps together we can conceive a marvel beyond this realm. For I would like to come closer, a little more than you are comfortable with but I promise to grant you confidence.
Once our minds are sated and the glow of this past-present interweave begins to illuminate, we shall part with contentment. Knowing you will always have my words and I will forever treasure your touch.