Judge

It was silent in here.
I felt the loneliness most intensely here but it's so so silent.
It's the silence I'm most frightened of. But I need it. I need the silence.

I watch him looking up outside the window. What must it be like, to want to be out so badly and yet be so unsure about what lies outside that frame?

I reach out to touch him but there's something about him that looks so fragile, so frightened. My hand withdraws.
I feel most vulnerable when he looks at me. When he turns his pointed head and looks straight into my eyes. I like it. I like that someone sees me. Sees me without judging.

The word 'judge' has a very male taste to it. Judge.
What is it about words that make you feel frightened of them? Alphabets strung together to make people feel smart.

I have a dream. He looks really tired now, but the slightest change in movement, in sound, and he whips right around. Amazing.