The Lost and Wicked Man

It was late at night and he knew it. Maybe it reached

midnight by now.

But there never was anything stopping him from

wandering through the glowing city nor the woods

in the suburb, no mother to reason with him, no

father to roar at him, no siblings to be sleeping

through his disappearance. Nothing at all.

He kind of misses it.

Misses being young and naive, everyone overlooks

the horrible mistakes If only you were still young.

Which, he’s not anymore, unfortunately.

He's grown old and vicious. Who could have known

right?

But he knew from long before anyone did. he knew

that the days he’ll be spending as a youngster would

be tainted with sickening guilty regret. the sounds

of laughter and splashes of water broke the silence

of the high=hilled woods he wandered through

uncaringly, maybe he should have walked around

carefully. Who knows maybe he walked into

someone’s property without even noticing.

Then the sounds of laughter and splashes of water

broke the silence of the high-hilled woods he

wandered through uncaringly, maybe he should

have walked around carefully. Who knows maybe he

walked into someone’s property without even

noticing.

But it’s not like he cares anymore. He never did.

because back then he had everything anyone

could've asked for, everyone was envious of him in

all the big and the little ways and his narcissism

grew because of it. it got to the point where he

thought one or two piercings would be forgiven by

his graceful mother. but he was unutterably wrong,

his mother was petrified wondering how would this

disturbing image of her son will go unnoticed by

her husband that holds power over her head that

threatens to break her, and she knows what will

happen to her if she did try to cover it up. so she

chose her only option…

To not try.

And it ended wonderfully with him now walking

down the streets of Tokyo for years and maybe even

longer. Who knows? Certainly, he doesn’t!

Purely from muscle memory, he guided his body

further to the house that’s coming into view from

the wood’s tree’s silhouette.

Soon a modern open house appeared. The house

would've looked quiet and dull if it wasn’t for the

party that is taking place with a bunch of teenagers

inside dancing while some were outside in the pool

playing.

He didn’t mean to but somehow the man who’s

roaming through the thorp in the night found

himself staring at the teenagers that were goofing in

the pool. Two boys looking alike that someone might

mistake them to be siblings were paired together

with one holding the other upon their shoulders as

the one who’s sitting atop the other concentrated

on aiming the obnoxious colored beach ball at the

other pair to the other side of the pool. And

speaking of the other pair, a jock looking kid with

finely muscled arms held a girl on his shoulder pads

effortlessly with no visible struggle. But the girl that

sat on top of the kid…

The man far off in the woods didn’t mean to stare

that way but something made his

mundane glassy grey eyes glued to to her. The way her

waist-length pitch-black hair swayed with the wind

and the movement caused by the big guy beneath

her, as she laughed with her unbelievably pearly

white teeth, smiles she threw at the two boy's way at

the other end of the pool, her bangs trying to shy away

her bright emerald green eyes as she cat-like looked

around her surroundings to catch the ball thrown her way