shepoet

Words fascinate him, Words meet his needs. He is always wondering, Always dreaming! Wandering! Words heal him, Words complete him. They to him are candy, the only friend he has always had. He is just a boy! A trapped little boy. His brain still stuck at the spot you left him as a child. He has grown, acquired knowledge, matured... you all say. But he is still there! There where you left him crying..wondering why...needing his dad. He is just a boy! A child inside. He remembers playings alone; drawing, writing, smiling...lonely. He is a loner. Sad. Concerned. Hurt. Bitter.. Weird...yeah weird. He still plays alone, even in a crowd. Lone is his comfort zone He is just a boy! That boy. Words are his friends. They understand him. They don't judge him. They don't find him strange. His solace, his happy place, his cure! He hates tears! They are warm. Warmth is for the weak. Misery is for the strong! Like him. Misery is his other friend! He is just a boy! A h