The music played. Conversation made. His thoughts, his smile, his eyes, his brief intoxication- simply beautiful.
From a bloom he sprang. He reminded me of poetry. He reminded me of moments. Like sunlight streaming through a dazy windshield, the feeling of warmth when your cold and excited, or comforting chaotic vintage art.
Dusty pages torn apart. But somehow better than just a new boring book off the shelf.
I wanted to know him.