Interesting Kid

J00!

On sunday I worked in the nursery, as usual. I always work it that sunday of the month. And there was a rather unique boy there. He didn't talk much, he just watched mostly. He played, but noticablly less than the other children. He was shy, but his eyes weren't. You could tell when he watched you. A nervousness would suddenly seem to be in the air. An anticipation of sorts. Almost as though he was waiting for answers, answers to questions he never really asked. Questions like "What made you do it?" or "Will it always be this way?" and maybe even "Can that honestly be the truth?". Such an interesting boy. Such a chilling boy. Maybe it was just me, but his eyes seemed to be watching you even when he wasn't looking at you.

the things unsaid

some things go unsaid. never does the longing mouth whisper the words wished to be said. never.

never will it say i love you. never will it say i need you. never.

it will always pass over it, and creep around it. pretending it doesn't need to be said. its actions hoping to say what words so simply could.

and impatience and frustration set in, as the stressful silence passes slowly. and how it wishes it could speed the time, the time before they part. so it can send the pain away. to make themselves hide the secret pain within.

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that the rose my faulter, and wither its pettles away. to hide its heart underneath, so that no one will see it.

but to lift its fist from the mire, to push it high into the air. as though to say, in one last gasp, that maybe, just maybe.



I think that I should have finished writing after the line up there. I think that was good, and I ruined it with the next two unrelated lines. Maybe I will make those a different poem. Or well... Its not really a poem is it...

Chau!