Freak.

They throw him against the wall. Punch him, pummel him. Until his world is tinted, coated in a haze of colours. Until his eyes darken, and his shaking limbs fade to the bliss of unconsciousness.

Weak they label him. A coward. A freak.

There is a darkness they’re still blind to.

The screams of pain that he is now deaf to. There are bruises and slashes that he has learnt to ignore. There are broken noses, there is a damaged face, a damaged body that he’s learnt to cure.

But still, they’re right, he thinks, as he wipes a hand over the face wet with his own tears. He was a coward who bowed in the face of his own destruction. A weakling who couldn’t even protect the fragile tendrils of his heart.

Did you ever…?

Has there been a minute now, with all the anxiety riding your brain, and the heaviness weighing down your shoulders that you looked at something? Truly, for a fraction, gazed at it?
A still scene, so normal in its actuality that its serenity makes you stumble to a stop. That, perhaps, your gaze takes in the dew resting on the leaves. It shines there, does so every morning and in all the long hours of the night, but for once in that chilly January morning, you just see it. The glimmer catches your eye, draws you from your periphery, and you turn your face, an inquisitive little instance in your busy life.
For a moment you halt, and take in a breath. It is cold, it should’ve been stifling, but it’s pure, filtered calmness takes you by surprise. You breathe in, yet again, just to take in the serenity? That for a moment, you feel that the peace around you, the quietude, an order that prevails even in the calm breeze filtering through the leaves, was truly the intent of this world.

Did you perhaps smile at the colours, their bursting vividness filling your gaze? Or you scooted down a moment, caressing with a soft finger the velvet of the nature. That, perhaps, for a second, you closed your eyes to take in its fragrance. Letting the perfume trickle your nose, making you giggle.
Tell me did you ever take a moment to shake away your worries. For a moment it was you, smiling, content in the warm embrace of the ancient mother.
That for a moment you let the breeze ruffle your hair, you let the strands caress your face.
Tell me Amigo, that even for a moment, did you ever let the winds call you to their abandon?