Thursday, 8 April 2010
12:23:03 AM (GMT)
L o v e l y T h i n g
He was such a lovely - lovely, lovely, loveliest - companion. His eyes were an
incandescent umber - so alive. They were curious things; his eyes. I
like them. Like fireflies flickering in the night, they were there yet they
were not. They were not stars; stars are so
tiny and unreachable. He wore a smile on his face always. You
could never catch him being serious. You could traaaaace his smile - it's wide
like the ocean. Smiling was his hobby, I think. But I wouldn't know, he doesn't speak
a lot. His words turn to a smile; the widest of smiles. Can a person speak with
smiles? If yes, then he won't be alone. Then he won't stare out of the window
with this do-pey - dopey, dopey, dopey - smile. The other children are
so scared of him. They're so stupid. Did you know, did you know? They
called him names. Bad names.
You should have them whipped, Miss [static].
Hey Miss [static], why do you have that radio-box thing? Can I play with it?
I'll be careful! I will! Please? Please Miss -
E v e r y n o t h i n g
They called me a 'good-for-nothing'. They're wro-ong, you know. They all lie.
Children lie. Adults lie. I lie. You lie. Lies, lies, lies.
But it's nothing. It doesn't matter because nothing is true. Maybe we're
telling truths and telling lies at the same time. It's nothing. It's everything.
Since they are telling lies, I shouldn't listen when they do tease me.
They're telling me nothings. They're stupid children. They're nothings - lying
youths, dirtier than dirt. They're everythings - hope for the future; the music in
the world. They're everynothing. Do you know that word? I made it up.
Oh and you're an everynothing too.