There was once a boy I met and came to know
Not much of an adventurer, but I know how he loved the thrill of doing things for the first time
the things that are of simplest joy and pleasure
the things he saw was acceptable to many despite them being vices or a waste of time and money
but he carried himself well and with confidence
a little too naive at times, but mostly brave.
That’s when I learned to appreciate this boy I know
he is all I was, before I merged myself with the world
he is all I wish I could go back to.
But yes, he is a boy.
A boy who can’t give himself to anyone
because he’s not even sure of who he is yet
a boy who enjoys his life, but is terrified to face anything that gets him too involved
one who can’t identify nor get a hold of his feelings.
You can love him from afar
but loving him closely will shatter the boy I love.