perceptions from a street corner
I saw a boy, about the age of ten, when viewed from certain angles was invisible to the world. He belonged in the grizzled mining town off of old route k. He had escaped before but you could tell by the look in his eyes he wasnt going back. I watched the boy approach the vendor, where he bought a ticket, as he walked it seemed as though he was popping in and out of actuality. The excahnge was hasty as if he knew his time was scant. After an elongated period a blue greyhound stopped where he had been perched. As he walked on the bus our eyes met, he had a rapturous smile casing his face. A smile of a new existence.