A disillusioned boy lets his first love poem free fall from his pencil lead smeared hand and sail across the wax build-up of the school's bathroom floor after hearing that the pretty, but not too pretty girl, for whom it was written does not wish to be the recipient. He contemplated flushing it so that it would never be found but visualized a mess. Rather than take that risk, he turned and walked out the putrid green door, not even bothering to waste the energy required to bend over, pick up the wrinkled paper, crumple it in a tight ball and throw it through the swinging mouth of the trash can.
So of course, it was found.
Rumors had been drifting through the stone block hallways and had lighted upon the boy that did find the 8-½ x 11, college rule lined paper that stuck to the fake marble tiles. Like a courier pigeon, he flew, delivering it to the correct address where resided a gaggle of said girl's friends. After reviewing the document like a regulatory committee, it was turned over to the muse. The pretty, but not too pretty girl, read it. She later asked the disillusioned boy if he was the author. He denied having penned such a thing.
Is it a sign of things to come?
Did he let go too easily to avoid potential pain and embarrassment?
Did he leave it purposely, hoping for a silver screen ending, with the not too pretty girl obtaining the poem, reading it not only to fall in love with the words but him as well?
Will the disillusioned boy continue to emotionally litter his world, obscuring all that is beautiful, creating one mess to sidestep another?
Or was walking completely away simply the most logical, mature thing to do?
Does let sleeping dogs lay equate to just leave it where ever and how ever it fell. Period.
Observation: one cannot find the energy to retrieve something with potential while another effortlessly picks it up and bounces with something potentially newsworthy. It must be the shoes.
Yeah, funny how a teenager's rambling story drew such a picture in my mind. I guess I was trying to put myself in his place. I think I took it a bit too far though ;)
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