Painful sorrows, heard in every note of a piano, they resonate with every sensitivity to the world he espouses, his unique view and how nothing hardens his heart, he lives with his wounds raw and open, but looks away from them, to the inflicter, and forgives every time, his soul is not as old as mine, however is much more flexible and forgiving than my own.
His soul is a separate entity, an artistic and visionary entity, knows how to say a whole motivational speech with no words, makes the souls of others wake up and dance with hope, even when his own heart drips with new and old blood from various heartbreaks.
His valor inspires my world, and wakes up the wisest pieces of my being, he is every missing piece that fits together with my shattered spirit.
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