Through his glasses

19 years in this world and he puts on his glasses tho it makes the world clearer it doesn't feel right. As he puts them on it feels surreal like a dream. Nothing seems to be right nothing seems to be happening. People pass him as he just watches. The world moves on being seen through his glasses but he feels like if he tried to touch anything that it wouldn't be there all it is is just a dream with a frame around it. Like a 3D moving nothing is there but light nothing real, nothing material. Geeno sat there writing on his pad of paper he looks off the roof of a tall building. He writes all he knows on his pad, all he observes. He had tons of them at his sisters place fore they promoted it. They said he was a wonderful writer so did his parents. That was the only thing that keep them to him is what he thought. at the end of the paper he signed Geeno and printed the date. Under his name his proclaimed title, the meaning of his name, ever-living. He looked around himself. It feels so peaceful but nothing is happing is it? As he looks he asks himself multipliable times for he knows the world is a horable place. His parents kind and and firm at least he remembered form his memory, died form a home robbery. Geeno was only 5 and he lived. He lived to find out that it was the police that killed them because they though they were robbers but no, they mistook them for out next door nabors. And in all the commotion they fled never to be seen again. His sister attended college for a high price drove her to bankruptcy. She went to prison after she didn't pay her taxes the IRS put her in there. There she found the love of her life is what she told Geeno. Her lover was named Cynthia. The two lived together and almost married but prop 8 was passed. They couldn't marry so they moved to New York where they did. The cupple took Geeno in and took care of him so kindly. when he was 13 both were found dead one morning by him. He looked apon there bodies crying. Next to them was a blood written note and a finger of his sister next to it. The blood spelled "this is no place for lesbians". He stood there crying over the roof. Geeno was all alone, running. He had no friends no family all were dead. He was running from the police. They wanted to question him for if he knew any thing about his sisters death and why all the people Geeno was around died. He wanted it to stop. All the pain, all the suffering. Just stop thats all he wanted. He spoke not to somebody nobody was there but just the air on the roof. He said that he was sorry for all there deaths and that if he wasn't there they would be alive and healthy. He walked over to the pink rose next to him. He picked a flower, through it over the rail, and watched it hit a car far below and screamed at the top of his lungs "stop just stop". The kids on the roof across the street looked at him form the rooftop game of hide and seek. He looked down it was a good 50 stories. He did a well practiced back flip off the edge of the building. When the police came, after the kids across the street ran to there parents telling them a boy just jumped, they were shocked. No they did not find him at the street broken and bloody. But instead he was nealing. Not on the ground but here his back flip ended in mid air just off the roof top, high above the street. He was crying in a hysterical fit. Wanting to know why it was him that brout death, and death would take him. The police just stood there amazed, wondering questioning on the edge of the roof unable to fully comprehend.