There's this boy,
he's such a lively soul
with opinions that could last a lifetime.
He's outspoken
and almost unusually hyper.
His dad killed himself a few weeks ago
but he says he's not sad.
he's disappointed
I wanna say ***** you,
to his dad,
but I will give him his peace
because my frined,
the boy,
is coming to terms with his.
He writes too,
short stories.
His voice is like a river,
no matter how much he has to say
or how much emotion goes into it
he has the damage control to keep it from flooding.
It's like he has a dam on his feelings.
That makes me sad though,
because he's so smart.
He has this theory,
this thing he always says.
" Time is but a concept,
a belief that everything moves forward"
but everytime i talk to him nothing moves.
Not because of what anyone would think
but because he doesn't want me
to tread carefully.
Not on any topics.
I think he needs me
not to go gentle
or step around topics.
His comfort is blunt honesty
and I am both in awe and
I guess confusion by this.
To the boy
who makes me speechless
almost everyday.
