he was something…

i dreamt of something…or someone…and i couldn’t get it off of my mind.

It was an image of  a man.
He’s got long hair.
His skin is pale.
He likes to bite his lower lip.
And he has this naughty twinkle in his eye, giving you an impression that he has some mischief in mind.
But he is a lonely man.  His smile doesnt reach his eyes.  The twinkle you saw was not bright enough to light his face.  There is something in the way he looks that makes you think that he has this forlorn view in life.
He has this habit of brushing his bangs away from his face, be it real or imaginary.

He makes me feel sad. Everytime i see him, his loneliness seems to seep out of his being, diffusing in the air, and intoxiacating me with a melachonly feeling that makes me wanna cry.

He has a way of walking that makes you think that’s he’s tired yet you’d be disappointed to see him stop fighting the weariness…for thought, it seems as if he is dragging his body, his steps are firm and sure.  He readily looks at whatever that catches his fancy and is capable of staring at it with open interest. 

He makes me feel that life is unfair.  For he has the gift of charm, he never thought of using it to anybody’s advantage, not even for himself.  He is gifted with a glowing beauty and his forlorn attitude and lonely character managed to draw people no matter how hard he tries to brush them off.

He makes me wanna hug him. He looks as if he needs a friend…even though i know, he is alright…just by himself.