A nightman I am called -- A nightman who can watch -- a knightman who needs to be quiet -- and be on the spot.
I picked the length of my moustache -- because this I could really pick --people called me different names
as being people, they should.
When I look at myself in the mirror -- with black hair on my scalp and -- black shinny hair, covering my
croocked front tooth. HAHAHAHAEHEHEHE
When I was growing up -- some boys hurt my front tooth -it broke off a bit -and along with it my heart just shook.
I laughed and smiled -- as I could not tell a complete word --like ASSHOLE, FUCKER OR CROOK
I came home crying, --and my mom instead of hugging me -- just stood there and looked,- she called me whinny, and girly, -she did not even let me complete a word --and later that night,
--my food was reduced by the cook.
So, out of habit, where I was not heard, --in sentences and lines, --I started to use just a few broken words.
The noise, pain and anger within, --could not be expressed -- in sounds or scripts.
I did not realy care to dream -- about how growing up would really look --and I did not bother to follow
any friend, saint, teacher, relation or any book. --Early on I realised that outside --I would not be really heard
So I stood standing straight --as a man watching at night -- and escaped in the unknown --in my deep sleep,
as this I felt, would not really -- HURT.
I have met many people -- kinder in the night time -- than the day -- people who are unknown too me
people to whom I need -- to bow down to -- and smile to -- and say hello to.
Many a times I am ignored --I am asked to improve - my smiling and standing techniques --and sometimesssssssssssssssssssss --very rarely come some nights -- when I am alone, there are no eyes,
no bodies, no sound --complete, absolute silence all around --where I stand, --This silence to me seems as inspiring
as a BLANK - EMPTY --BOOK.