Leom

he's got blond curly hair, and icy blue eyes. tiny hands on a tiny body.
ive developed a love/hate relationship with this boy. he can be the ice for my burn or the match to my gasoline. to everyone else who has ever met him or had (tried at least) to have a conversation with him, they'll just say he's the devil taking over a five year olds body, but i see him differently. he threw a tantrum today. i had no idea what to do. no ordinary 15 year old is eqquipt with the skills to handle one of these outbursts. the music caused an over stimulation in his mind which sent him through the roof. when i asked him why he was so angery, i found out that it wasn't because he didn't receive an air guitar, it was about his sister who is sick. and we layed in the aisle of the church and he yelled at me. screamed at me. blurting out things no five year old should have to try to understand. and for the very first time, i saw exacly how angery he was, how hurt he was, how sick he was. it made me so sad, i was soon on the verge of tears. i could'nt calm him down. i couldnt make him quit, and i would never try.
he is unlike any child i've ever met. his temper is terrible, and his behavior is ummanagable, but somehow in some alter ego, freakish, other dimension Leom and i reach a point of understanding. one that no one else will ever see.