. Begin Your Journey .: touch the tears and the rainbow;

Why the nights always bother Near is a question, a question to him but not to you. He will not speak of it as anything about himself is nothing more than a threat in life—later on. He is clever, my little child of black and white.
Silver, he has become. A soft tint of off white silver, matched by pale gray eyes, as if blind perhaps. He is not, of course, blind, no in some ways I’d even say he is perfect in his point of view of our beloved, but also tainted world. He sees what is needed to see to survive. He sees what he needs to see to know what others need to know. They wonder yet they do not stand still by countless possibilities. So many things happening around them, but somehow they simply have no eyes for detail.
Such a shame, or so Near thinks.

As the day passes, boring yet never the same, Near once again observes the things like the sky; a sweet tint of soft gray, darker and darker.
At night Near likes to watch the sky as well, the stars multiplying as they flicker from above, from a world he will, perhaps, never see. The different worlds are so close yet so far away. He has no desire to go there though, to see even more and know even more. No, he has no hopes and dreams as he feels nothing for it.
There are ways to gain what you seek; he knows this as well, but he simply doesn’t feel that urge to find it. His only wish—in some way, is to see his mother, even from a distance is enough. Her soft white skin, her pretty angel wings and virgin-like appearance. Yes, she is pretty. But so is Near, with his female like body.
Somehow he feels more sympathy for those females, in a normal way as his sexual lusting hasn’t awakened yet. They do not even bother him, these female creatures. He only faces them in mere interest.

Near moves tonight, his pale emotionless eyes gazing forward. He moves quietly and careless, his female muscles fragile like and breakable.
The boy sees now, another one. “Hello,” he child says quietly, “I do prefer the sun though,” he muses, his voice likely to be bored. He simply states what his mind answers him, and now he waits.

n e a r---
androgynous boy child,
of beauty and despair.