Monday, November 2, 2009

Random
I wonder where that hoodie is... the one in the picture... lol

anyways i did plan to put something here:

Title: His Childhood Not Mine

Every single day I'd walk by his house and see the poor child playing with dirt and pieces of glass.
Shiny pretty glass mostly always green like an emerald and I'm sure he knew it was dangerous from the way he held it in his hand. He drew pictures on the ground making images on the sand and I'd always go see what he drew on my way back after I passed by the second time. He was a kid whom I was very closely related to but I never really saw him as much part of my family as anyone else in my family. I was the only one who'd ask him what he would draw.

With interaction between us only being about what he drew it eventually evolved into something less social and he was a pacifistic type of kid. He'd usually ask me why people didn't get along at school and how heated conflicts were like when water boils it keeps steaming until you turn the fire off. He told me the fire never stops in real life and that it burns even through the sturdiest metals. I could never really answer his question but somehow I believed that he knew violence wasn't needed to be alive.

That's not what ended his life though and what seemed to be an alright life ended in a total ironic way. He was very patient and anyone respected him except a few ignorant people. He was smart but as smart as he was he also knew how to be strong and fight. What seemed to be endless patience was broken one day in school and he found out how great it feels to cool down stress beating down on his enemies.

His enemies were new to this because he never really did anything this disrespectful so they never stopped some became obsessed and secretly wished to be the ones to defeat him in a fight. Then that day came when I saw him leave his house and he passed me on the way to school and looked into my eyes and told me to be happy at his funeral. So solemn his words were but I kept going because his nature had always been dark. I wasn't concerned because I've been distant from humans all my life so I couldn't understand his words.

What they meant were not really what I wanted. With spirit he fought with pride he died. Broken bones and pools of blood have to do with this all and I was able to see. The morning sun turned red in his sight and his life faded away in front of him.

I was able to smile in his funeral because what seemed so innocent was a sin. I can only wonder how fair God is and how much I'll have to pay for his death.
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