Still. So Still. The breeze in the trees, still. The children playing in the street, still. Everything in its own moment, still. There was nothing concrete to describe why. No reason to justify why. Nothing had happened. Nothing but being still. An emptiness in the mind heart and soul. There were no emotions to go with it. No cries or tears as a warning. Maybe, it had just been boredom. Bored...
This is a just a silly little, not-so-poemy poem that i wanted to write. No not even a poem… i just have no clue what to call it ! Is it weird that I was (cough still am) so geeky? like into all that video games, and “warrior” stuff? seriously, I wish I had known you when I was younger! we would have been even besty-er best friends ! yes that is now a word. Why oh why...