there was a boy
he lived in such a tragic way
he breathed the magical air (definitely the
rare kind of air among the others)
alone,
he stood in the dark,
no human being wanted to be near him
no birds were able to sing him a lullaby
no butterflies either
not even inside his stomach
just him,
the silence of the night,
his sigh,
and the beating of his heart that he wasn't even
sure
it was either a heart or a drum
cause it beat way too fast
it didn't beat properly
as he looked up the night sky,
the stars were gone, too
hiding behind the moon
that seemed to loosen up its light a little
bit
and in the end,
he died trying to figure out,
why,
even the earth seemed to refused him
there was nothing left though
apparently,
the universe was his only friend up there
he didn't die in vain,
something wanted him after all
