They call it my Esoteric INQUISITIVEness

We are never tired if we can see far enough to keep us busy, occupied at this moment in time I am still torn, not a considerable amount; the fog has lifted to a gentle haze though I’m still easily distracted.

I saw him for a second time today, leaving the house with his mother for the daily outing, his dress was smartly casual with his polo shirt tucked neatly into his jeans with a brown leather belt, as he walked through the front gate he fixed his hat atop his head and scurried down the street toward the station, the direction that his mother had already began walking, I was left unnoticed as if a shadow from an over hanging tree in the neighbours’ garden, once again alone.

My dog and I holler and howl oblivious to the amount of noise, we together are able to generate, until the boy next door started to join in with our skinning of the cats, I was enthralled. When I reside in my room I keep my window open to prop myself half in and out as if to have agoraphobia and claustrophobia all at once.

I gaze skywards mesmerized, by a flashing light atop a radio tower, that to me vaguely resembles the Eiffel tower. On this occasion in/out my window, the boy next door was doing the same thing, I immediately become nervous, I wasn't sure if I wanted him to notice me or not, but deep down I was desperate for the acknowledgment of my existence with a smile a glance anything. He just carried on singing and yelling "I’m going to Vicros, take me to Vicros." No idea where that is but I would go and I would hold his hand the entire way there. This was the second time I had ever heard him vocalize anything that I could understand, the first time I was shocked and had to lean out my window to see it for my own eyes. "I hate Christmas" the reason for my shock wasn't because he was 19 and finally yelling coherent sentences even if they didn't sometimes make sense, it was what he said that first time "I hate Christmas!" It was Christmas time 3 days before in-fact, the previous Christmases were painful to say the least so I didn't like this ones chances so I would continually state my distaste for the fact that "I hate Christmas" so was he mocking me? It would have been unlikely that he shared my views.........none the less I touched him........somehow.