Torheit Stories

He is odd. Sometimes barely a mirage, sometimes so very real that he can hurt. He is this boy who wanders, carefree, thoughtlessly. He floats in space and time, he goes as he wants, he is free. That may be why I look up to him so much. As I live in a world where different is so bad, I sometimes feel restrained, like a bird in a cage. And right besides me, right with me, lives him. Tor. The freest one, the most honest, the one who could do anything and yet carries the heaviest burden. And now, thinking about him, I let myself drift away in a dream from which I'd rather never come back.