He had blue eyes, clear like the ocean. The
kind you could get lost in. His dark hair, almost black, was perfectly short,
and his figure was tall and not too lean or too athletic, but in balance. A
balanced body to contrast with his unbalanced mind.
When he was young, he was told his parents had
died and then began the bumpy travel between foster houses. He was adopted and
could not love his foster family more.
Right out of his teens, he had a specially
marked personality: his appearance was tough and his heart was strong. He
walked like he did not have any care but his smile dictated his kindness.
The dark thoughts about the past were like
flames on his mind and he would take those and create music. He loved to dance,
too. Not everyone knew this, well, not everyone cared, but he would say that
dancing set his soul free. He dreamed about being completely free, away from
arrogance and lack of wisdom.
He presented himself as ordinary, while he
was destined to great things. Pure honesty came from his lips; he would say
what he was thinking and respected good arguments.
The intelligence he had, it could not be learned,
it was all him, as his persuasion and determination.
He cherished his friends, who were fun and
inspirational like him, even when they got mad at each other, as he sometimes
would prefer to be alone.
I guess his
tragic thoughts unveiled his tragic destiny.
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