Child's Trance

"I saw a downcast boy on a patchy portrait with eyes seemingly crying for emancipation. I was far-off thinking the lad must have felt fragmented. Or, well, he must be a captive of something he was not mindful of. But then, one thing was certain - a sense of incompleteness was past palpable. Thereafter, the boy came mumbling a familiar name. Just what I thought,  he was sifting through her mother - a lady gone astray at a young age. Naive and sanguine he was. Woosh...then came nothing. Fuzzy. Next thing I know, I just slipped into a child's trance."