#skelt.

[jcmood-blog]

"i want a tabby."

are you asking? are you saying? expecting, needing, wanting? it doesn’t matter, doesn’t at all. 

jc’s eyes move with the girl on the screen, half naked as she is, bloody as she looks, fear filled gasps that should be contained. his toes wiggle in his socks. the drawing of black little cats on the white of it can make one wonder if it was the reason behind kc’s word. it can. “you want to go out then? get one? know any place to adopt?” 

[jcmood-blog]

"is the night ever silent for you?"

Not to say that the boy is deaf, the boy is not deaf. He answers, not because he does not hear but because he’s conditioned to answer if it’s prompted within him. He hears, not because he wishes to hear, but because he’s conditioned and so, so silence becomes selective. A control over the inability to have a turn off button to what wouldn’t be bothered to be caught. JC’s mind is a simple mind, he thinks so, believes so, if JC wishes not to, JC will not. It’s as simple as the simplest of maths, 1+1 equals what every math teacher will tell you it equals to.  “Not just the night, the world is, you are. Sometimes, it’s as if the only voice I can hear is mine and sometimes KC is the only one who can be heard.”  The boy is not deaf. It’s simple selective hearing to shut down the world, reasons vary. “Ever heard of, you only see what you wish to see? Fear may play a part in it, fear plays a part in everything.”