I Cried

And all of a sudden everybody started to scream. Gasps, cries, shouts, prayers filled the air.
People were running, stumbling through the crowd, terror and bewilderment on everyone’s face.

What had happened?

What had happened?

The air grew dense with anger, leaving hardly any space to breathe.
More and more people came and joined the chaos, astonished by the recent horror.
Upset, vexed, enraged.

Tears.

In the middle of the chaos, a little boy stood on a rock. His name is Libra. Scales.
He silently watched the people around him in wide-eyed surprise.
Never had he seen anything like that before. He turned round and round on his rock and observed the people’s faces, listened to fragments of conversations, watched the bizarre mishmash of ideas and opinions. Some people carried images around and threw them into each others faces, shouting about sickness, about humanity, about war. Some of them closed their eyes or looked away. Some others only whispered soft words of despair, taking a neighbour’s hand.
Finally, he sat down to think.
Words didn’t come as easily to him as they would normally, but maybe it was better that way. Afraid to say something wrong, he stayed silent for a long time.
He thought about the different people he had met in his short life. He felt deeply connected to all and yet as if he really knew none of them. He wanted to understand them.
At last he spoke:
“Please, do sit down and talk.”

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