The Boy Who Could Fly

I was walking home from watching 3 songs at Captain Carlos, 80s night, not having really enjoyed it very much. The energy, or my energy, is low...

The air smells like skunk, flowers, the person walking past smoking a cigarette, fish, but not possibility. It's bright out, during the day, but tonight seems shut up. School starts on Tuesday. Not for me, of course, but for some people.

The Boy Who Could Fly was first of all, super cute. He couldn't speak but he could talk with his eyes. He had been through some serious trauma. I guess he chose not to speak. There was a girl too. I don't think she could fly but maybe she was having home issues. Or maybe she wasn't. She felt a kind of connection with the BWCF. Maybe they fell in love. Because of his quirky antics involving walking on rooftops? Because they were both beautiful? Because they looked into each other's eyes a lot? Anyway, they fell in love and then they flew. And no one really believed that he could fly in the beginning, they just ignored him because he was weird and figuring stuff out.

I really feel like the BWCF tonight. Caved in and crushed, but with wishes to step, foot over foot, on roof peaks.