the blue boy


"Nothing is as healing as the human touch."
- Bobby Fischer's last words 

A little blue boy, lost in crowd, pushed around by all, he felt alone. Like a boat struck in Storm. People said they cared, but no one really knew, what he was going through. And betrayed, fallen, he rested with no hope at all, but hopes not dead, it never can be. The little blue boy saw a light, just as bright as the northern star shine in his sorrow, it saved him, or maybe gave him enough strength to fight it all. The little blue boy is still in the Storm, but can see the end and that's what he's fighting everyday for, not alone this time, but with a bright star. 

Blue boy got a reason 
- neil
Colliding worlds meet,
This room gets smaller day by day,
I see sky in a different way,
There's a lot of things in my mind,
How my days had passed by.
I was alone, how lonely it felt. 
Even today I stand still, same room,
Same humans filled with hate,
Judging me so hard,
Hating me for the bare, 
But I smile. 
Somehow this time I don't have to be roman,
Somehow this time I have a home to be with. 
Somehow you have saved me,
And they say scars don't fade,
But they stopped mattering once you came. 
This blue boy got a reason,
A reason to not be sad anymore. 
A canvas for his art he always had,
But no ink to write it down,
Words were a step away, 
But no story to tell. 
I hear pianos, and seas afar,
I see protons and stars,
I see death, I see life, 
As a young boy, 
With you, I see life. 
There are days to come,
Stories to read, 
Milestones to achieve,
And with you somehow I just might. 

- peace 








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