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boys
with eyes closed to the world.
tunnel vision
focused upon what lies directly ahead.
future is unheard of.
drink in hand.
a long-haired, long-legged female in the other.
typical.
I see nothing different among them.
they all blend together and become one
simple
little
boy
wanting nothing more than to
sit at the
cool table
for lunch today so that he can feel
affirmed.

oh
but
YOU.
you are different, you
man,
you.
staring directly into the heavens
searching for
God
rather than
being led by the hand
into
Hell itself.
you seem like nothing I've ever seen before.
we
fit
like puzzle pieces,
we were found after years&years
and finally placed next to eachother.
somehow we fit.
someway we are meant.
you make me smile
in ways that no one ever has,
possibly ever
will.
and I say these things
proudly in the solitude of my own mind,
but the risk of you knowing that
these emotions run free
throughout my brain
scares me into the deepest of silences,
and I am forced to look the other way
when you look me in the eye.
you scare me.
you excite me.
you make me
f e e l.