The Soul of Ten-Thousand Wonders

You are someone that I don’t understand. You make fun yet you care, and while that is normal for most people, you have an air about you that is thicker than would appear on first glance.

Hello my Purple-haired King of Everything the Light Touches.

I cannot figure you. I cannot figure you out.

You seem like someone who is very open towards everyone around them and likes to be revealed and not withhold secrets.

However, no one seems to even know you.

You’re an enigma as much as your ideals.

What is your purpose?

I still have no idea why you walked up to me in the hall that day and spoke.

Maybe, you saw the opportunity for a new friend.

I know I did when I saw you.

What was strange for me is that you were a face that stuck out of the crowd before I met you, before I knew you existed.

Usually, when I see a crowd my mind registers the different faces so I can compare what I’ve seen before but I don’t recognize the faces until I am introduced to them through another person.

That means that when I see those people without being in that specific setting of seeing them in that crowd I cannot recognize them. Frankly, I just realize that they’re humans with faces that I can count in the crowd.

But, with you, you were special.

It wasn’t your hair,

it wasn’t your body,

it wasn’t your face,

or you clothes,

or your earrings;

it was your soul.

There was something that you carried over your shoulder like a hobo’s nap-sack that I couldn’t see but I couldn’t get out of my mind.

Every time I would see you I would recognize you for being someone special.

Now, this isn’t to say that I developed a crush on you, even though that would be typical.

This was different.

You drew my eyes on a life-sized statue and they were glued to you.

You drew my eyes to you without even trying.

Everywhere I would go I would see you and run into you:

         while walking

                             or riding

                                       or driving.

You just magically existed and I was powerless to stop it.

Hello, you’re a human I’ve seen before.

Maybe we’re not so different, maybe just in hair color.

After all, we both got stuck in our favorite roles of humanity.