somewhere in between
earth and hell
lay a shattered person's mind
the mind of a broken
hearted sapien living in
the realm of limbo as
if it were on Earth
he walked on windows
and stared at his reflection on floors
he shouted in absolute silence
and hushed in abundance of noise
they called him "the special child"
because his tears
were brought upon by
words and his words
were brought upon by
tears of which he caused
the special child had a mind of no one else's, I thought
he may not know how
to count to 3 and he may
not know how to control
his temper but I thought
I thought
that sometimes he
says the most philosophical
things that even us upper realmers,
the sapiens not in limbo could never begin to comprehend
Not in our state of sanity, never.
