He doesn't know who he is, or was. He is about four years old, though he does not know it. He doesn't have a family, or they went away long ago. He has nothing, and to any who see him, which is rare, for he is fast, their eyes bounce off him, just as if he were nothing. He lives in a half state of mind, with only the need to find things. Lots of things.
Shiny things, soft things, all things. He runs, everywhere. Running, jumping through mud, water, flowers. Any thing to get where he needs to go. Or away, since sometimes loud things scare him away from the things, and he has to find somewhere else. He steps on hot rock, cold water, the rough bark of the tree's he sometimes sleeps in. He sleeps in warm nests, reminding him of memories he only has a tentative grasp on. He doesn't have shoes.
Little traces, of a life past lived, soft hands, warm voice calling him with soft words, slipping tight things on his feet, laughing when he slipped them off. He remembers this, and sometimes he focuses, almost, to remember it. Then he sees some thing, and runs to get it.
He flits from one thing to another, fast so he does not need to think. One day though, he finds a beautiful thing, so beautiful he wants to keep it forever. But he can not grab it. He peers, as quietly as he can, through the bushes towards it.
Shiny black, soft blue, rosy red. He sees all things in colors, and touch, but he cannot touch this thing. But he can. He realizes on some level, while he cannot touch it, he can feel it. Soft and warm, inside of him. This is new. As much as he wants to stay and watch this thing, this new, interesting thing, he needs to go away and wonder what this is.
A/N: I acually wrote this a while ago, and I wasn't sure if I wanted to make it longer or what. What do you think? Should I make it longer? Leave it as a one shot? Take this abomination off the internet? Review and let me know!
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