RIP (A collection of...stories)

THE BOY WHO WAS NOT A BOY.

CHAPTER FIVE
THE BOY WHO WAS NOT A BOY.

There was once a boy,
Who was not really a boy.
Like in the case of all people who are not really people, this boy was NOT-it should be emphasized, a boy.

He was a peculiar kind of Boy, that he was, because, really, he was not a boy.

He usually sat down in a corner by the lake all day, staring unblinkingly at the sun, and hoping for food.
Yes.

The boy who was not a boy had no parents, and was also considered a kind of outcast by everyone.
He was very curious, he was, this boy- who was NOT, i repeat, a boy.
This boy had only one dream, quite unusual for a person at his age- yes this boy aged quite normally. His dream was to find it.
This boy was blue.
As not an expression.
He was blue- actually blue in colour.
He wanted to find it too.
The meaning of life.
His dream was to find it.
This boy was a fish.
A blue fish
He swam to the top and saw a hook.
He stared at it, a great hook hanging from the sky, directly from the sun.
"Who the f put this here?" He said, and snapped at the juggling worm.
The boy who was not a boy was never seen again.
We can only also hope he found the true meaning of life.
Because we sure as hell don't know it here in the water.
That we don't.