Diary Of A Hollow Boy


Nothing can BE hollow unless its first filled. Its simply not possible. Something had to push-out the features...the features people saw...the vary features that caused the hollowing...the hollowing of the boy.

Day One:

Riches! Holy God In Heaven --- RICHES shower down! What’s this thing called LIFE!!
Touch! Feel! Hear! Smell! Love! See!

Wind over the face! My God this bike!!!! This fear! This electric emotion!!! Holy God!!!
I Can Fly!!!
I am a GOD!
Am am spectacular! Holy God!!!
This is LIFE and I’m bathing in it forever!

Learning Day:

What’s this thing called “frog?”
A “forest?” its called “forest???”
This is mine now! I call it!
Tis mine!!!

That Sprite....she’s mine too!
My wife!
My lover!
But you may bask near-by.

I need nothing more than this!!!

Then God? What is Heaven like??
Holy God!
What is heaven like?

The Sun Goes Dark:

The sea turns to blood
The air, to poison
Fire all around

I asked you God...
What is Heaven like?
You pitched me into...
you burned me with...
Twas not you?
I knew it!
Twas the Dark One that gouged my gut!

A dagger works fast on a small boy.
Even a King like me.
Death and rot comes fast
Even to a King like me!

They speak of love?
They speak of the moon and stars?

I see only black
Only death

I see

I die

I’m just a hollow man.

The death of innocence is ever thus, a tragedy.

Bear witness to the "Hollow Boy", and know that

pressure and heat creates diamonds. From the crucible of loss, pain, violation, injustice, neglect, and betrayal come the transformed traits of the survivor.

Empathy, Compassion, Perseverance, Acceptance, a limitless capacity for forgiveness are all products of the life we have led. Strength, unending strength to battle the demons who seek our destruction.