The day you feel your own seed growing.

Opened soul

Lately I've been thinking about what my grandpa told me when I was four. I still remember it, he was one of my favourite people in this crazy, twisted world. It was a sunny day and we were sitting in the middle of a big green field full of bright green grass, well he was sitting on a picnick blanket and I was running and dancing around like the free little kid that I was, kind, without worries and happy as I always felt that way about my grandpa. Then when I had screamed as much as I could have, I sat next to my grandpa, he then closed his book and asked with those soft green eyes that I had gotten from him - Want to hear a story kiddo? - I loved his stories, he is the wisest, kindest and bravest person I've ever met. Sometimes he invented stories about alternative worlds, sometimes he just talked about the world nowadays, but with a different point of view that most people could not understand, he taught me almost everything that I am now, but the stories I liked the most were the ones about our past, our ancestors, their way of thinking, their tactics their fights,...

- Yeeeeeeessssss!!!!- I shouted loud enough for the whole town to hear, he then looked at the sky smiling and started talking - When I was your age, I used to live in the USA, more specifically in a little house near the Laguna Beach in California, my father knew how much I was in love with nature so one day while I was swimming in the ocean called me and told me that he wanted to tell me a story, I sat down carefully ready to hear his story, he first asked me if I knew about the indians that lived in America a lot of years ago - I excitedly cut him off, -Indians in America?!?! I've read a lot of stories about their wilderness and intelligence!!- he then said still looking at the sky - yes they were very very wild, and intelligent but that didn't stop Spanish people from invading them, now listen carefully kiddo because we're getting into the good part of the story, when my father asked me, I answered that I had of course read it in books, he then said that what I hadn't for sure read in books was that there was an indian belief that had been told for centuries in our family, and that we would always carry that belief in our family until we die, my dad said that our ancestors used to believe that when someone was born a new seed was planted in the world and it depended on the soul for the plant to grow up beautifully and strong or dark, dry and week and that someday we would feel our own seed growing-.

My grandpa died two years after that, but I still remember his story perfectly, and don't know the exact meaning of his words yet. He was the only person who I really trusted, but now he's dead.

I went to school with all this thoughts in my mind, I was zoomed out for a while until I felt someone looking at me, I turned around and there he was, Noah with his shiny big blue eyes, but just looking at him I could see that he was curious and maybe scared? I normally don't think that much about someone, so I turned my head because if eyes were really the doors to our souls, I wasn't ready to show mine yet. We were in math class when the teacher suddenly changed the american kids places in the class to put them with Tobin, Blaine and Sabrina, they were sitting in the group right next to us, Noah was smiling like mad but and when I looked at his smile I could feel my heart melt, he turned around and caught me staring and his smile became wider, I could feel myself blushing so I tried to hide it, but he saw it. I probably looked really stupid aghhhh why am I acting so weird?

Boys in my class then tried to start talking to Noah and Joakim, Joakim was talking to the boys about childish stuff, girls, ... but Noah didn't seem really interested, he was lost in his own thoughts just like me. I like weird people the dark sheep, the odd ducks, the rejects, the eccentrics, the loners, the lost and forgotten, these people have the most beautiful souls. And for what I could see through his eyes when the lock of his door was open, he was a mix of a lost and forgotten loner.