The Boy vs The World

There are some things he can’t explain,
And the girl throws herself into the sea
Wondering why.
Line after line, he casts out, hoping she might take hold,
But this water is cold, and the creatures locked beneath its waves
Are monsters who no longer tell stories,
But devour souls.
He wonders.
He doesn’t dream anymore.
The grass around his perch withers with the changing seasons.
Day and night play a dance in the sky as he forgets what time has gone by.
“One last line,” he says again.
And again.
And again.
Countless, it seems.
“You’re not perfect,” he says with a final tear in his eye,
“But I don’t care.”


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