90% Crickets, 20% Peace

thewrathofsponge
Aug 8, 2017 · 2 min read
Photo by Mungai Kiroga (IG Handle: @rhesus_positive_)

There is a child at the edge of the fountain of youth.
Older than the both of us.
Quieter than the both of us
Stares at the distance.
Even though he flinches with our every move.
What should we do?

The air is crisp and the darkness tangible
I cannot be sensible.
I need to live forever.
Inside and outside the lives of men.

I step forward.

To the sound of crickets and a shrieking silence.
I can see him, he is not a child.
He is a monster.
I can see him, as he is. A monster.
One I envy.

I step forward.

Slowly.

Until my phone vibrates in my pocket
Once, twice, thrice.
I pull it out and pick it.
And for once the child looks at me.
Does he hear what I hear?
Maybe he does, because he frowns.

He knows.

The sultry voice of a child asking me to bring her snacks
Matters more than living forever.
She would be happier if I got wrinkles, I think.
I would be happier if she lasts forever, I think.
Love complicates the obvious, but for now my head is clear.

I turn round and head for the toy store.
Soaked in 90% cricket sounds and 20% peace
Living forever behind me, so I can live now

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