HORTENSE

It is there. I can see it, and hear it. Mostly hear. A sort of quiet rustle. It does not make much sense right now. Later, though... Later it will. It looks like people with hair and bright clothes. They are making the rounds, the daily routines that they need. Its what makes them feel important. It also makes for the signature rhythm. That one I crave. It hurts to want to need it. All of those circles that have seemed to pointless. They are all starting to make sense now, and I hear it. I wish I couldn't see it. My ears can lie to me... But, not my eyes. They are my friends, and aren't old enough for that. Not old enough yet to not see. Hearing never ages though. It is always tricksy. Ears, oh you... So easily fooled. I see its hands, and feet, and shoulders. Standing tall, and bright. Being you and me and not those or them or they. I'd like to know who you are though... If you are even really there.