day fourteen

Date: 14-01-16

He is.

I think there's a certain charm to the way he smiles
He just lights up, you know?
It reminds me of Christmas Day
Of the lighting of the tree with the star on its peak
With the energy of a celebration of joy 
of life.

He is life
He is everything he wants to be
A dreamer and a realist,
A creator of art, 
A breaker of hearts.
He is both light and dark
And there's nothing he can't be
He can.

Except notice that I know him
Know his smile
Know his frown
Know the sadness
And all the doubts.

Perhaps I am not part of his
Perfectly broken reality
But he is a dream
An extension
Of what I call mine.

He is.

The End

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