shards

I watched how people do things,"he said with sincerity and a smile unique to him.You envy his pure joy. You envy that his eyes see what yours can't.The dad who spins around the sign with his son on a weekday morning.Friends in a cafe. Lovers in the Park.Screaming children on a swing. Or not, on a merry-go-round.It spins so fast that the first time it stops, their head spins with a millionth acceleration. They step up and immediately fall into the sand.He rolls and continues to scream around his fallen friends. They scream until they choke, but that doesn't stop them. Because they can. Now, at this very second, the voice of reality has yet to tame them. The one who commands. It forbids.He decides what is right and what is already over the edge. The one that draws the lines between us.