"The darkness is blinding me," he mumbled as he stared at the fluorescent light.
Everything about him was a contradiction.
He had cotton candy hair with its roots as dark as the midnight ceiling. He wore vibrant colors over his inked skin. His smile was seemingly sweet and innocent on the outside, but in his mind spun countless underlying messages.
He gleamed as bright as the sunlight, but the words he uttered were as dark as the shadows that followed him. He was like a perky book containing tragedies that were only perceptible to those who took their time in truly understanding its idioms; an endearing pop music which had dark lyrics behind its beat.
He said things so deep yet so vague, even to his own mind. It was gruesome how he was on top of his pedestal, yet still felt so low.
He was filled with flaws, but I loved him for his perfection.
