OBSERVER
OBSERVER
i sat and watched quietly
through the window
At the Boy
who would have, by any other means, been a man.
he sat and ate his goldfish crackers — I think that’s what they were —
One by One.
sometimes rapidly,
before he could finish the one in his mouth,
sometimes slowly savoring
each one alone.
his hand from
Time to Time
would flutter out in front of him — quickly
and then he would say something
to himself.
And Smile.
— daria of change
Excerpt from the upcoming book ‘And Now, A Few Words From the Author’ by daria of change.