the sun filters through his fingers

he sees stillness

motion fixes him for a minute

he can think clearly

under his shirt is a vest

pressure against his frame

making him feel a little less uneasy

safety in gor tex

he doesn't really understand

why his difference is so strange to others

he would like to ask but the words

don't work

and he twirls round

dervish dancing and everything is fine

until a loud noise

makes his head explode

pain that he can't understand

he can't make it stop

until he hits his head

solid against the glass pane

again, again, again

until the pain is different

and the tiny lights in front of his eyes

calm his broken nerves