he is different. you can see it in the way he gets lost in his head when you try to talk to him. you can feel it when he steps in the room. it radiates off of him like the smell of freshly baked cookies radiates out an oven. you can hear by simply listening to him. you know he's been through stuff. you know that no matter what you tell him it won't suprise him, and you know with absolute certainty that he will understand. how does no one else grasp this concept? how does no one else notice the way he curls up in sunlight like a cat with a book and music and leaves this world entirely? how does no one else notice the crease that forms in his eyebrows when he listens to a song he's never heard before and can't decide if he loves it or hates it? how does no one else see the pain in his eyes and the hurt that never fully leaves his voice? how does no one else notice how unbelievably beautiful he is? why is it just me?
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the inner workings of my mind and soul.
Randomthis is literally just a collage of everything I have written placed in one place with photos and music tied into it.
