Thread:EvaQuetzal/@comment-47062665-20201005042812

He stands like he's tired but wants to be seen, with a slight bend to his shoulders and his feet dancing. Skittering against the ground, his tattered shoes scraping the stones. He always wears chlose that make him look either fashionable or homeless. It's his charm. That is him, you wouldn't think too look but once he takes your attention it's all you see. His eyes are so dark blue there almost grey, not piercing just flat. Flat like pictures of fabric and the sky on an almost rainy day. His hair is one that's on the verge of blond and on the verge of red. But not strawberry blonde, that's what's notable about it, it is not perfect. He's always staring into space like he's thinking through something, something important or life changing. Or something academically or poetically brilliant. But when he opens his mouth the truth or complete sillynest comes tumbling out. Some people would think that some of the things he says are stupid, but I think he has a point to them. They’re so we know who he is, what are the little things that fill in the cracks of his personality. They are who we are if you strip down the parts of us we don't even understand. But the thing is, when he speaks something truthful you know he's been thinking about it. He either thought it through or it comes from the place of true judgement and fact. Though I will admit that his comments hurt, they are even more jarring coming from him. Someone so unassuming saying something so undeniably true is surprising. Him breaking into your deepest insecurities without a bat of an eye. Or creating new ones that you didn't even know you had till he shined light on them. And then there's the humming, he is always humming. And there are never guilty pleasure songs, they’re from great musicals or iconic musicians. He sounds like he knows what he's doing, like he could be twirling on stage and you are just lucky to witness it. But you don't see it till you look, even though he wants you to look. Because he knows exactly who he is, that is what makes me want to look. Because if I can get to where he is, to the no shame place where he lives; I'll be happy. And sad, and offended and annoyed but I’ll do it with the sureness that I'll be alright. Because if he's still humming or moving his feet like he should be dancing or telling me who I am, I’ll be okay. 