There I was, hanging on to his every word. As if, it were the very fabric of my being. He could tell me the world was square, and I would not have doubted him for a second. He had that wise beyond his years persona. Every time he stared into my eyes I knew that they were not that of a boy hardly past his teenage years. No, the were that of an old man on his death bed. Gripping to life, trying with all his might to gather some meaning to his years on earth. He was merciful, dominating, but oh so gentle. My worst fear was that I would say something childish and immature. He would realize that I was below his level. The right words always came far too late for me. Imagining conversations in my head, so we would never run out of things to talk about. But he was there, contently listening to me. As if I were someone special, someone worth his precious time. Maybe I was, but I couldn't allow myself to think about that now. Focus damnit! He spoke on, and all I could do was nod. I had been lost in my mind too long to make any comments. Staring out the window, spellbound by the night sky he said. "Do you ever think about this?" Stunned at his sudden movement my way I replied. "That's a vague question, what do you mean exactly?" Still bewitched by the stars he let out a half hearted giggle. "Just... just everything.
Life, love, death, karma, emotions thoughts.. absolutely everything in this world that has content."



Turning my gaze, I replied. "Look at the sky, how many people do you think have lived and died under these blankets of stars? I wonder what the first man or woman thought of those diamonds. Did they seek out the brightest? Or did they see the beauty in the dull hardly noticeable spark. How vast is it? Seemingly goes on forever, no beginning and no apparent end. What is at the edge of the universe? To answer your question, you have to look deep within yourself, and wonder about things that were thought to be common sense. But, really.. what is common sense?" He gave a knowing nod and then there was nothing but silence. Those were the moments I lived for, the scenes such a these. I feared death, the idea of not existing anymore. To have lived and endured so much for nothing but to rot and be forgotten. Then there are times where I feel the pressure of a emotion beyond description building up in my chest. At that very moment I could die, decay, be lost in time, and it wouldn't matter. I would have felt it, and I would accept my defeat for once. He made me so weak, naive, and vulnerable. Even so, I loved him for it.