Forever Ago – Woodlock
It was painstakingly arduous to not get … or expect attention from him.
The man spoke little but then clearly communicated through the depth of his eyes like never seen before.
He was the cool wind of the summer heat. Rare.
Only by his being in-front, I could feel it with all my senses alarmed, rested, and wholly invested; he is a whole different person than anyone I had confronted by far.
He was a bird alike. Calm, .. still flying. Free.
And then I heard, he writes about bold blood and the musing of hearts. The cruel darks and the ecstatic whites.
His undemanding pull was obvious.
And I knew it was ordinary.
Above all, he wasn’t perfect. He was him.