In the universe there is Earth, on Earth there is Switzerland, in Switzerland there is Zofingen, in Zofingen there is a park, in the park there is a swing, on the swing there is a boy.
That boy is me.
Inside the boy is a muscle, that muscle is a brain, in that brain are things that don’t belong there, the things that don’t belong there are thoughts, not thoughts made for people older than him but thoughts that just change everything.
He understands everything, he knows what it is to love without it being called a ‘crush’, he knows passion in so many things and he knows why people do everything they do.
No, he is not the best, the coolest, and the smartest, he just is different.
People think he talks and hangs-out with people older than him to be cool but it’s really because he shares the same ideas and feelings as them.
He has many friends his age but it’s as if he knows things that he shouldn’t share with people.
He longs to run back a few years and not know the pain of understanding, but he would lose his love.
Love is all around us and is with everyone but not like he knows it, if he is to open about it he finds the ones he love just won’t understand.
In the universe there is Earth, on Earth there is Switzerland, in Switzerland there is Zofingen, in Zofingen there is a park, in the park there is a swing, the swing is squeaking and the boy is gone.
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far far away near a distant star, there way a universe. in that universe there were many people who all knew the same thing. they went to the same schools, and read the same news papers, their teachers even " conspired to make their students compete for the highest learning places available on the planet. they even organized exchange plans for off worlders, to aid in the, ever increasing questions their youths had yet seemed to be baffled by.
for them it was never a question of what is right and wrong, but more of a matter of how will what i am learning now aid me to learn yet other new and interesting things.
the general populace knew all too well that there were some things left better unsaid then said, and yet others who accused these learned few of withholding the truth about their origin and the whereabouts of there seemingly ever so present creator.
love they were told is a place in your heart where things are holy and undefiled. a place where one could go to in time of want or hurt. this place they said was the place where all if not everything could be understood. this place was for you. this was a place where regardless of present company or circumstances, one could evacuate to.
the boundaries of this place were never known to any person or being. they flowed seamlessly , as if somehow intertwined by the magnitude of its seemingly manipulative nature.
this place was to many grown beings fictional and to the rare few grown ups who defined their space were regarded as mad yet tranqily stable in their madness.
this place was a place for learning, a place where everything could be learned. however learning of the seamless boundaries was not a requirement necessary to aid the function of this place or its features.
the features they said would come with practice and perfection.
many of the newcomers to this place asked rather undefined questions like , why , what , when and where. they asked out of a sincere wish to understand the place and its functions. however for some to their delight and others to their dismay, they learned that these queries were not parameters of the place. they mearly showed what was to be learned by ones self and others to learn of the same.
the place was intertwined and alive, there was no boundary , it turned rolled drove on in passion , it stopped , it collided vividly with other places which were supposed to be what was and others what wasn't.
........ where is that place they asked, others where still others why. they never got an answer.
still some who hadnt rushed to know what they knew others where thinking, knew this place was right here.
where is here
its indescribable
its pink
its fluffy
its round
its hollow
its compartmentalized
it has beings
it has a portal
where is this portal they asked, where can it be found, what are its operational keys, how does it function.
they were given one clue
" its all real "
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