As he spoke words of wisdom, his voice lingers within me, so smooth, so touching, his lyrical abilities compared to one of a poet, so deep, so captivating yet so sincere.
I ask God ‘Is this the finest of your creatures?’ Cuz’ never before have I seen such perfection in one. In my eyes he was an epitome of an angle, yet even more superior.

The words he spoke were like forbidden breaths, never been spoke nor heard before. His words would flow in the air, entering every door, captivating every soul grasping every pole, not wanting to leave yet that force  would not allow it remain.

His bittersweet terminologies break down every perception, altering every intellect so epidemic, so rational; his flow plays within every heart with melodies of an electric guitar.
He seemed omniscient. He was veracious. He was simply magnificent.

And as the stars cast beyond the horizon, I remain hung upon the sensation, the sensation which clings upon my skin, so effortlessly it makes me wonder if I’m living a dream cuz never before have I felt something so beautiful.
Yet I still remain astonished by his existence.