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i see you in the hallway sometimes.
i see you and i wonder what your name is.
you walk alone with your face down but you are not sad. your step has no bounce but the foot you place forward is not dead weight.
you carry no books in your hands and i wonder if it is because you are lazy or if it's because you do not need any. i wonder where it is you walk to, if you want to be there or not. i wonder if you are a learner, one who needs words to read and pictures to memorize or if you are a lonesome one, needing no information but yourself and your instincts. do you plan to live a scholarly life, or do you wish nothing more than manual labor?
once i spotted you walking after school and you were looking at the sky. squinting, as if searching for something. were you scrying the weather, i wonder? Or were you looking for something more? Was a balloon floating loose and wild or an airplane hovering silently above you?
once in the hallway i saw you drop a paper but i did not pick it up because i did not want to know your name or your handwriting or your last chemistry grade. i wanted to guess and wish and hope and even dream. i dreamt you were wise, worldly even. you were jealous and quiet and passionate with every breath you took. i pretended that you even noticed details and loved the scent of fresh cut grass and the feeling of a new ballpoint pen gliding across a page. i hoped that you cherished the smell of a book and the silence of a library. in one passing fancy, you were a poet; in another, a normal, dull child breaking self made barriers.
i wonder if you see me. if you know my face and not my name. if you hear the sound of my voice but do not recall the words for fear they will flatten my character. i hope that one day i drop paper and you look at it with unease and pass it by, fingers itching to grasp a shred of worthless knowledge.
i wonder if you wonder. i wonder if i am not alone, i wonder if you guess, wish, hope, dream, wonder.
i see you and i wonder what your name is.
you walk alone with your face down but you are not sad. your step has no bounce but the foot you place forward is not dead weight.
you carry no books in your hands and i wonder if it is because you are lazy or if it's because you do not need any. i wonder where it is you walk to, if you want to be there or not. i wonder if you are a learner, one who needs words to read and pictures to memorize or if you are a lonesome one, needing no information but yourself and your instincts. do you plan to live a scholarly life, or do you wish nothing more than manual labor?
once i spotted you walking after school and you were looking at the sky. squinting, as if searching for something. were you scrying the weather, i wonder? Or were you looking for something more? Was a balloon floating loose and wild or an airplane hovering silently above you?
once in the hallway i saw you drop a paper but i did not pick it up because i did not want to know your name or your handwriting or your last chemistry grade. i wanted to guess and wish and hope and even dream. i dreamt you were wise, worldly even. you were jealous and quiet and passionate with every breath you took. i pretended that you even noticed details and loved the scent of fresh cut grass and the feeling of a new ballpoint pen gliding across a page. i hoped that you cherished the smell of a book and the silence of a library. in one passing fancy, you were a poet; in another, a normal, dull child breaking self made barriers.
i wonder if you see me. if you know my face and not my name. if you hear the sound of my voice but do not recall the words for fear they will flatten my character. i hope that one day i drop paper and you look at it with unease and pass it by, fingers itching to grasp a shred of worthless knowledge.
i wonder if you wonder. i wonder if i am not alone, i wonder if you guess, wish, hope, dream, wonder.