Popcorn

I was sitting at the piano in the living room, playing the same four measures of music over and over.

I can remember a time before the timelessness came. It’s only been five years, and I’ve been alive twelve. Twelve years, four months, one week, and two days, not that I should be keeping track.

I’ve never caught a firefly

I guess I’ve never tried,

I wouldn’t want to trap their life

To keep them bottled up inside

But maybe I should get a jar

EZRA– Ezra lay sprawled, with his head almost touching the ground, on one of the beanbags that lined one corner of the tightly backed bookshop, searching, upside down, for his favorite book.