The eyes of the boy looked at the grand city of New York. The dazzling towers brought a great beauty but for the boy they were but annoyance. The boy had no interest in corporate towers he seemed in search of something or someone.
He looked down at the pedestrians. The day was bright, the sky was blue, and the air was quiet and still. The sound of pedestrians walking the streets could be heard, the noise of cars, their engines and shifts moving, taking force, steering the weight of the car, following the city's road. Such were all the drivers taking the lead, on their destination, their day was only halfway done, and the light of the day had just begun.
In search of more, the boy looked closer, and he started to follow people's paths. Soon he found a man walking through the street. The man seemed rich, the boy thought. It could be seen that the man was wearing a blue suit. The suit was garnished with fancy designs. The man seemed to look at the world differently. Soon the man found himself stopped by a beggar. The beggar looked at the rich man with a smile before the beggar could say anything. The rich man gave no sight, no look, not even a hint of pity for the poor man. What the boy saw gave him a sight of the world the man lived, a world that does not care for the poor nor the insignificant who are but a fly to the world. Then the boy followed an old lady who seemed lost. She found herself dropped off by taxi but her destination was not where she wanted to be. It could be seen by the boy that the lady asked for help but no one could hear her. The sound of the city was too strong for the feeble old lady who was losing her mind and understanding of the great changes of the new world. Then again the boy looked once more down at the city. He found himself looking at a mother with her children. The mother held the hands of the two children walking down the streets with a smile. Their lives had just begun. The boy thought such a smile would only last for so long. The children are only alive because of the mother's love, the boy thought, but love is not everlasting because love is of this world, and of this world, all things die because all things are living.
I look at the world looking at the willow lives who seem to live for the world wondering about seeking the indulgence of this world. Their only desire is themself and nothing else. Next, I look at skyscrapers wondering what meaning is there to build such things.
His thoughts brought more questions.
Soon the boy heard a familiar sound.
"There you are Ash" a sweet voice with a rhythm that had such care for every word.
"Hello Ms Emily," the boy said.
"I knew I would find you on the roof once again, what are you doing up here, Ash my boy."
"Just looking, nothing really," the boy said with a smirk and such little words that conveyed so little but so much.
"You say that always, it seems that you're looking for something," she said with her hand on her waist a questionable face wanting answers. The blond hair that reached to her shoulder, and the pale skin, with blue eyes that of pearls, reminded Ash of her place in the orphanage
She was a volunteer, a teacher, her job was to provide education Ash thought, though she was no less than thirty years old, her kindness was distinct for a lady, 'kind, how kind she is, but also very annoying.'
"No, why would I be looking for something," he said looking down at the ground and hiding a face hoping his face would not match his thoughts.
A couple of seconds later he added "Even if I was, why would I be on the roof to find someone, why not on the ground."
She answered, "Maybe because you are scared of not wanting to truly find whoever you're looking for."
"Shut up, you don't know anything. You're just a new caregiver, stop trying to be nice, you will leave once you find someone right, you will leave like everybody else." The boy said all those words with anger and restraint over his emotion giving everything to each word.
"Ash I would never leave, come over here." Before she could reach him he slipped by her hands and walked away toward the exit of the roof.
Before opening the door he whispered something not for a lady, not for himself but to the world.
"Why does the world lie for all who live in it see but a falseness."