As a I stand still, waiting the time.
My eye catches something high in the air.
It is something simple like single leaf, dancing on the waves of air.

He keep his mouth shut.
You think he is unsocial or just a loner.
He looks boring, but he sees and hears everything.
Maybe he don't speak, but that doesn't mean he dont sees and hear.

He see more deeply than others. How the object is in colours, what sound it makes, what vibrations and feeling it gives out.
While all you see is a "thing".

He sit all by himself, and write what he observe.
No one walks over to say "hi", nobody notice if he is sick.
He is just "there".

One day a guy steals his notebook.
And he reads from it out loud infront of the whole class.
The quiet guy seem calm, he sits quiet as usual.

In the notebook, it's the reason to be. It's the anwer of our existence, it is all the colours and music in descriptions.

It is so beautiful that the whole class get touched.

The next day, the quiet guy isn't their. He is in their hearts.

She had a quiet mind.
She listened more than words come out of her.
She did not only listen, she analysed everything.
How your mouth was in movement, how you eyes looked, how your tone in the voice changed.
It was not only words you gave her, you gave her a picture.
And a picture is more than thousand words.
She had a quiet mind. But her eyes was busy.

Looking on everything, the vibrations, colours, heat, everything.
She was always quiet.
But now that she is gone, everyone is quiet for her.

Thinking more before their actions.

Today I was a ghost.
I was wandering the crowded halls on school as I was a ghost.

No one seemed to notice me. I was invisible.
Or at least in their eyes.
I didn't talk. Why bother talking when they don't understand your language.
I was just there.
Just a person, who nobody cared if even was alive.

I was air between the people.
I was like a ghost.

A ghost with a beating heart and a messy mind.
My voice was on mute. Everyone thought I was shy.
But id they had seen my mind, they would see I was loud and clear.

So... Guess I have a super power. Being the awkward ghost.
You can only see me when I make mistakes. And thats often, but not always.

You say Im lonely by choice.
But do you know, that Im trying my best to just get up everday?
You say Im boring and stuck up.
The truth is that my mind is a constant noise and my thouughts are killing me.

You see me alone all the time, and maybe think I don't have any friends.
But how could I, when I never say the right thing?
You never bother to say hello, not that I do it either...

So do you really know the shy girl who hides in the back of the classroom.

I may not be as beautiful as a rose,
smart as a professor
or
have a big talent.
All  I have is my deep thoughts, deep like my soul.

And that is more than enough more me.