Tobias
By Kaitlyn Kurtz
Tobias with hair the color of darkened clay, eyes as deep, dark,
and endless as the depths of an ocean, and skin as pale as
moonlight, Tobias, whom was lacking in friends and lacking in
looks, forgetful and seemingly confident, wished that he, just he,
could wander off, to somewhere abroad, somewhere that he
could start anew, a place in which storm clouds did not exist,
and cold, dampening September's were but the gorgeous
beaches and heated sands of a long ago deserted land where he
could be free.
Tobias, late as ever, and oh so very alone in an empty corridor,
silently peers at the unblinking light ahead and makes his way
to civics, albeit fifteen minutes tardy. Today, like almost every
other single day in his tedious life, Tobias stops a quarter of a
way, swiftly turns left and makes a beeline for the entrance of
his dinky little high-school, nearly being chased out by a mix of
secretaries and security guards. Tobias arrogantly strides
across the crosswalk, ignoring the various vehicles and shrieks
of terror from bystanders as he continues his trail, with very
minimal regard for his safety.
Tobias, inside that slightly emaciated body, underneath all the
self inflicted scars, self doubt, and shreds of self ignorance,
between the sickening thoughts and harmful envisionments,
beneath all those imperfections, laid Tobias.