03/08/09

He liked his hoodies like his liquor: dark. Dark was his life. He dressed in black mostly and most definitely preferred night to day time, cursing the daytime drivers. Most of his acquaintances assumed his look was comparable to his inner soul. 

 In reality, that couldn't be further from the truth. 

 Deep-down he was still a child. Naive in ways that didn't make any sense, given his unfortunate past. He very seldom let that part of his soul shine. It was easier for him to see fear in the eyes of his peers than to have to admit to himself that he must start trusting and start loving again. He didn't like that term - Love. It was so subjective. But he needed it in a way he himself didn't even fully understand. 

Would he ever give himself the chance to learn?

-bary j.