• He sits, dreaming of the people;
    The people who are normal.
    In that normality, their beauty is evident.

    These are the people
    he longs to be near;
    To be a part of.

    He reaches out
    and grasps empty air.
    No one is waiting to take hold.
    No one is waiting
    to comfort him when he is scared
    or confused.

    Alone with the smothering silence,
    He turns his
    back to the world and lays in the darkness
    Waiting for tomorrow.

    He is different.
    He is the same.

    He is
    An
    oddity.