The Clock and the Storm
Is it so hard to notice a sly grin from a boy with pointed edges? How dense and naive do you have to be not to notice each word and each stare is not invisible? They mean something but of course not to you. It's all lies and fake grimaces. Trapped in a solitary state with hidden meanings but no true recollection. Only a simple-minded fool doesn't notice my small quirks and shy hints. Maybe I'm the one impaired? I just wish you would take notice sometimes rather than ignorance.