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.
