Just a Boy
I got a phonecall the other day. It was this chinese woman, or so I thought, from the tiny voice I heard. She asked me where my head was, and I was not able to answer her. I felt empty, so I started to run, run, run, like the gecko does. At a certain point, I was running so fast that I felt like I did not touch the ground anymore. I got all soaked up by the rain, but I did not care. When the night came, making all the cars disappear, I ran in the middle of the street, as if I were a movie hero. As the day passed, making me all forrestgumpish, my legs became shorter and shorter. The brown of my hair disappeared completely to reveal a bright blond, almost white. I looked down to see this sail ship on my little shirt. I took my now tiny hand to wipe off the sweat from my face. No beard had grown, and I was not sweating at all. That's when I saw her, in the distance, looking at me, standing on the grass in front of a nice little house I remember so well, waiting for me. She was smiling. She had these horrible glasses from the 80s matching her curly brown hair. She was perfect. I ran and ran some more until I jumped into her arms, happy, free. I saw my reflection in the glass covering her eyes. The person I saw was me, oh it was completely me. It was me before I became me. It was lil Louis the Fly, little innocent 5 years old kid, enjoying the warmth of his mother's body holding him, miles away from the responsabilities and worries of a grown up life.