2 Rooted To The Ground

I can't move. the stars have left me now and I'm standing on a hill looking over a beautiful little village. Except I'm not really standing. I'm kind of leaning. There's no weight on my legs but I'm upright and I can look everywhere. It's like having 360 vision all the time. i look out onto the village and breathe in the fresh morning dew.

As the day passes on an young boy comes to the hill. he sits down, leaning against me. I suddenly remember something that oldie said, '... you will be a willow tree' or something like that. I'm a goddamn tree. I look down at the boy, he looks about ten and he looks pretty upset. I feel pretty bad for him, maybe I should try to help him. I try to reach down to him, "Hey," a voice calls," what are you doing up here? Are you okay? Are you crying?" The boy looks up, I get a good look at his face now, he has pale blue eyes and his chestnut hair covers half of his face. his lips are a pale pink but right down both sides are trails of blood.