He doesn’t trust easily. I can see that in the distance that he creates between himself and everyone around him. But he has much love to offer and I can see it in the kindness of his seldom smile he gives me. He has a million chaotic galaxies of thoughts, thousands of tangled up worlds of words and places in his mind. I can see it in the way his eyes seem somewhat lost, like they are somewhere else. It’s seems he wants to be somewhere else. I see it in his restlessness. Life never went easy for him and he doesn’t go easy on himself. He is strong. I can see it it his eyes. I can sense it in his voice. I believe that his body, heart, soul and his mind can recover and rebuild after being broken. He knows what it’s like to feel worthless, unworthy, unloved, defenseless, dismissed, denied and under-appreciated. I see the beauty in his quirks, in his scars and in his soul. He is a masterpiece. He is my heart.
