it's strange

to realise that someone is human

but no stranger than having previously been unaware
if examined
any perception you have at any particular state of being could be peculiar.

i feel like writing haikus but we're in form, and if i count syllables on my hands, people will look at me like i'm strange

more so than normal

because no one knows i'm human yet?
because or despite this

so i think it is strange to see her cry
when previously she was
unflappable
impenetrable
and a bit blasé.
she didn't care for my hands or my words
but she wasn't unkind

and too often i am forgetful
because i am living through pages not in my own writing
and through eyes with different colours
that the chess pieces in this play
(oh god what those are different analogies shannyn)
are people

so
to realise that she is
she impenetrable
she unflappable
was vulnerable
and afraid

it was strange
not a revelation i expected

too many tears today anyway
and my ego, bruised
as i feel my heart curl like flowers over candles
curl and blacken
when i realise that she didn't have her glasses on
because she was crying
unflappable girl
impenetrable girl
with feelings
human things
people person frailties

i'm sorry
i didn't mean to be so careless

i wish you well
stranger.

oh

your hair is long but not long enough to reach home to me but your beard someday might be.

HAHAHA

hilarious!