Quixote's DayDream
The Adventure of Quixote Boy: Part 2
Quixote sat on the spiny stone wall, his head tilted upwards, his black bangs hanging in his eyes. Eyes drooping in a half conscious state of mind he dreamed of things better than the cautious landscape before him. Now, you and I, we know that things can't be changed. No matter how you look at it you can't make the world a better place. After all, if you take the tack that all people can make infinite difference, well then everybody makes the same amount of difference and then no difference at all. And if you take the tack that all people don't make a difference, well then you're on the right track. But Quixote Boy, he thought that we were all special and unique and divine. Absurd thoughts to be sure. Yet, that was what was drifting through his mind that day as he sat, simply sat, and watched the sky.
A small girl sidled up to him. Her lips were puckered and chapped. Her hair was split at the ends. You know the girl, she was who you were scared to be or be seen around. She stood six and a half feet away and stared at Quixote Boy. She coughed a mouse of a cough. Quixote Boy did not notice; he was watching the sky.
"Why do you do that?" She squeaked.
Quixote Boy didn't move his eyes. He let out a breath, a breath that traveled like a breeze on a hot day over a lake, the one that cooled your skin that one summer when you could still enjoy things like breezes. The sound of it made the girl shudder, though she could not identify the emotion that travelled down her spine and back into the Earth.
"Do what?"
"Stare at the sky." She searched his face for changes, for impact. She saw none.
"I'm watching people's feelings"
I'll have more written later. For now I should rejoin my friends and be social... I know this is slow going but it will be interesting soon. This I promise.
Quixote sat on the spiny stone wall, his head tilted upwards, his black bangs hanging in his eyes. Eyes drooping in a half conscious state of mind he dreamed of things better than the cautious landscape before him. Now, you and I, we know that things can't be changed. No matter how you look at it you can't make the world a better place. After all, if you take the tack that all people can make infinite difference, well then everybody makes the same amount of difference and then no difference at all. And if you take the tack that all people don't make a difference, well then you're on the right track. But Quixote Boy, he thought that we were all special and unique and divine. Absurd thoughts to be sure. Yet, that was what was drifting through his mind that day as he sat, simply sat, and watched the sky.
A small girl sidled up to him. Her lips were puckered and chapped. Her hair was split at the ends. You know the girl, she was who you were scared to be or be seen around. She stood six and a half feet away and stared at Quixote Boy. She coughed a mouse of a cough. Quixote Boy did not notice; he was watching the sky.
"Why do you do that?" She squeaked.
Quixote Boy didn't move his eyes. He let out a breath, a breath that traveled like a breeze on a hot day over a lake, the one that cooled your skin that one summer when you could still enjoy things like breezes. The sound of it made the girl shudder, though she could not identify the emotion that travelled down her spine and back into the Earth.
"Do what?"
"Stare at the sky." She searched his face for changes, for impact. She saw none.
"I'm watching people's feelings"
I'll have more written later. For now I should rejoin my friends and be social... I know this is slow going but it will be interesting soon. This I promise.