Feb 2, 2019
I saw a stick man come to life today.Â
He stood tall, and yet he was a bit crunched over, the weight he was carrying wasn't as invisible as I had perceived.
He had always seemed immovable, rigid and fixed in his own universe,
a place not so far away to reach, but my laziness didn’t allow me to take the leap into his land.
Stick man just appeared one day,
I simply thought it a coincidence for someone as nice, someone as joyous as him would want to sing with me.
Ah, stick man, what a great time we had that night; when we served the lost souls in our lives.
But sitting and listening, my mouth shut and my spirit quickening, I realised that you're a being after all,
not a silly 2D figure that I adopted as your name.
I saw you fret stick man,
I saw you move, and my ideas about you quickly shifted to something I don’t think I quite knew.Â
Today I saw a stick man come to life,
it happened once,
then twice,
oh, they kept on multiplying.
It opened my eyes to the fact that no one is a figure, no one is a drone. Â
Everyone is just a little flatter, a litter thinner at first glance, but once the book is opened they come alive like the stick man I saw that night.
- AJ