he sat there so calmly he made the world stop, breath, think and then let it get back to its job creating misery and blossoming creativity that only scares the ones who are afraid to move on he is so beautiful, so serene you want to kiss his cheek while he reads corrupt lies and misunderstanding signals if only he looked up once he would know his found love but instead he hides underneath the books that tend to pretend to give him life the kind of life that's not living but the kind of life that's just breathing