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.
