A Story once upon a time, there were a girl and a boy. the girl was one of those singular people who reached out to all the victims drowning in the sea of life forgetting that she barely knew how to swim herself. the boy was of a different sort; although he had looked into the eyes of many, no one had ever before looked into his eyes. even his frenzies smacked of careful control. and however normal the boy seemed to observers, the truly caring could see that there was an oddly shaped hole in his psyche. no one knew what to use to fill up the hole, least of al the girl. but she wanted to try. so she walked up to the edge of the hole (where the stable ground ended) and jumped in. headfirst. she used herself to fill that emptiness and make the boy whole again. it wasn’t enough. but the girl didn’t know this for a long, long while. why she didn’t know is a mystery. perhaps it was that she never noticed, or perhaps it was that she did notice but pretended not to. eventually, the boy took himself away from the girl (and from everybody else, too) so that the other holes in his psyche could not be spotted by people like the girl. the girl noticed this time. but she stayed behind so that the hole could be filled up at least until something better was found. the boy never came back for her and this made the girl sad. although she wasn’t really expecting him to come back anyway, regardless, it made her sad. she is still sitting in that hole today. she barely talks to anyone because it’s hard to hear inside there, since the hole is so deep. sometimes she calls for help but her voice never reaches aboveground. maybe you will find her someday.

Kelly Kanayama