Sometomes on Saturdays i get out to sit in the field beside the neighborhood,
There’s all sort of things,
Mostly parties if there’s a birthday or event ,
Either than thay it’s kids playing ball,
I don’t participate, but i name each of the old pals instead of the kids playing ,
And i wander through the old days ,
The people here are very kind and they give much care to someone old like me ,
I tell them stories at nights and the call me insane , mostly kids , while at morning they’re just busy playing and getting their cup from the sun .
Pretty funny for someone who was once pointed at as the last sane human..
But one day little gel was injured so he get off and sat beside me.
-“playing on sand is fun but rough right grandpa? ” he asked
“If u don’t know how to use if ” i replied
-“How’s so ? For what ?”
“u should flow through it , not just jumping and running over it , feel yourself as if you’re the sand… ahh i guess you’re still a kid.. maybe you won’t get it”
-“It just hurts ” , he said “the sand is hot too “
“One time we swam under sand”
-“under sea ?”
” No no under sand besides the see ” a warm smile was surrounding my face
-He asked ” And How’s that possible ? Plus u can just go under water “
” well dear , in our days water was just like fire now , it would burn you if you even touch it , and the seas where we swam where either of lava or sand , but here st the coast it wall just water , well that is until great girl joy came..”
-“Joyyy ? Lavvaaa ? ” he asked while making a disgusted face
“Joy waa a redhead , Forget it” i continued “playing is good when u can’t understand the world”
He sat there silent for a while , then he asked me curiously:
-“and how were you able to breath under sand ?”
“If i told you you won’t believe me”
-“well you’re no mind man(he means insane) i think , i don’t believe you , but I’m trying to imagine..” he said with a pure voice.
“Well im no mind but yesterday i was mind , today you are mind but if i snuck you into my childhood there won’t be anyone who’ll be friends with you , because you’ll be no mind too there”
He said then : ” maybe someday I’ll get it” and i laughed my eyes out.
Sometimes good witch anne was getting us oxygen under sand , other times star , or it depends , that so until the sand man came by” .
-“what is he or them ?”
“Maybe he was a fraction from my mind , but they , my friends , told me otherwise , his name was rolly , but a reptile man ended him”
-“another reason why you’re no mind is that you’ve been living alone for so long , you have no friends”
“i do some people come flying for me at times”
-“i hear such stories , but i don’t believe them”
“then u have mind that u turn off mind , anw go play i guess your wound is healed , sand man rolly told me so , but remember son , no one who has good friends is alone ” He looked surprised, his wound was healed in the instance without him noticing while talking , he went on and played , and i gazed from a distant at all the people and the kids , the next time he was about to score the goal he looked my way and stood in chock , he lost the ball and they were shouting at him but he only stood with his mouth opened , maybe because he saw a redhead woman with a hat beside me , he pointed at her and she shouted at him to play… i laughed my eyes out
zaki monzer 