UNconnected

when lots of things are going on,
i have this unexplicable urge to write them down
--like a scribe,
to record all the little,
seemingly insignificant
things that happen around me..
soon though,
i'll be overwhelmed by the amount of details;
i strive to remember all of them,
because i know that all this is part of a greater history.

as every second ticks by,
or even a mere split second,
it has become the past
and i fear this


at noon,
i was in the girl's dorm 5 with my friend
to have a look at her living arrangements for the next school year.
a girl's sharp scolding cut through the hall
we turned to see a girl asking a man to leave the building
[male visitors aren't allowed in the girl's dorm
unless they registered in the security office]

he was a large man with an armful of drinks,
and from the slight twitching of his head,
the way he dragged his legs along,
we could tell he had disabilities.
this, however, did not evoke any sympathy from the angered girl.
her repeated demands of his immediate leave did not reach the man,
for he kept on wandering down the halls.

our attention trailed off elsewhere for a while,
afterall,
the purpose was to check the dorm out.

when we returned to the main hall,
several men were brought in,
and they escorted the man out.
he didn't seem willing,
and even attempted to hit the persistent girl;
that earned him scoldings and a few whacks

the comments coming from the witnesses were disturbing though--
pervert, weirdo, freak
were the equivalent words they referred to him,

but he may have been just as scared and confused as they were.
he couldn't speak well,
and they didn't give him the chance to explain before using harsh words,
the lack of communication was obvious

this kind of disconnection is so common now
that people don't attempt to change it,
why not?