Thats how he saw the world though; he saw the shimmering waves flow in your eyes, like the ocean at midnight, while others just saw tears. He saw canyon crevices, and mountain valleys dance on your lips, whilst others noticed chewed down, and chapped tiredness. The white scar that trailed down your arm, that anyone else saw as a ragged attempt to escape, was seen to him like a chance at a new adventure. And its sickening how he saw the ugliest things as poetic, and how he refused to see the sadness of the real world.