Part 2, It's About A Boy

What could happen on a rainy sad afternoon, on five hours of sleep and straight up caffeine to somehow help you concentrate on what this world has to teach you as if you aren't in your own capacity enough to know what it takes to survive. It was in that sad rainy sleep deprived afternoon that I saw an equally sleep deprived human who was tired of this materialistic worldly things.

It's about a boy who is as broken as me and who does not hide his sharp and broken edges but let it be for the world to see- not you and I, no that is not his world. His world is the one in which he lets his beloved in for his soul as free as the bird and his heart grows and nurtures itself by the happiness of those who are in his world.

It is very presuming and judgemental of me to say that he is broken for I believe him to be more whole than the sun, moon and universe combined together. Only if he knew the truth that the demons you are fighting don't define you, there is always light at the end of the tunnel and you don't need to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders- you are only responsible for your happiness and the happiness you give others not the misery and pain that you receive from others, no you are not accountable for that.

You are huge ball of wonder and magic, from your half grin to those hooded eyes refusing to hold more than few seconds, for there are galaxies and constellation of stars in them, the pure heat and darkness of who you are. You my friend are not of this world, this world is much more miserable and intolerable. You don't belong here, you belong where there is nothing but honesty and rivers of serene peace flows. A strange calmness where you can be you, the real you.

It is the darkness which makes me fond of you for I have never been able to relate to people who were not messed up or twisted in their own right. And I choose your mess over anyone else's mess. Anytime.