jniket

 there is a boy who looks like he is lonely. staring at the reflection in the pool, blocking out the sound of the children forced silent. surrounded by the wall of faces, and bodies frozen in the rice patties. he is stuck in that shallow one inch pool, holding back the tears. I know what he is thinking because when I walk by him, i feel his breath of disappointment and pain and fear of the memories that are not his. but he doesn't want to talk about it. in fact, he doesn't want anyone to know what he's thinking. but I do. I know. I see the tears being forced back into his eyes, he feels the pain that I do. the pain of the s