Do you see the kid, flaming hair bottled up, insecure, open book.
He is an oxymoron. He is his past, lost in the present, seeing no future. He is a leader, who follows directions.
He wants to be left alone, but hates being lonely.
He is angry, but not at you, at himself.
He is the whole, empty shell.
He is the broken healer.
He is the optimistic disbeliever.
He is the hopeful, hopeless.
He is the dark for the light
The light for the dark.
Do you see the man, losing who he is? Losing passions
Losing hope
Losing thought
Becoming a fluid motion
Becoming hid biggest fear, becoming his past, in the present.
Emotionless, thoughtless fragment of some mad mans imagination.
Can't you see?
He is me.
