� Keep it simple. � 2006-07-25 � 11:47 p.m. �
I took care of a little boy for a while when I lived in BC... he was sweet and blonde and he smelled like innocence... he smelled pure... Like diaper cream and baby powder... and whatever he ate that day.
He had a toy that was a ball, clear with shapes inside: a red square, a blue triangle and a yellow polygon of some kind. He would move it around and stare inside in wonder... watching the shapes clank and crash and fight for space.
He never smiled... he just stared like he was trying to debunk the myth... It was as though he was too smart for the simplicity...
One night G was playing with him... rolling the toy back and forth between and them... and in a quiet moment when they thought I wasn't near enough to hear G said...
"That's us in there... that's life. Us. Rolling around in this world like that... crashing about just to make noise."
He leaned over and kissed the boy on the top of the head... "But you knew that... didn't you?"
I feel like that toy tonight. I feel like making noise.
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