I saw him twice. First time I saw him it was just his exterior. His evident personality, his physique, his carefreeness the part of him which he showcases for the world to see.
It was a layer.
And his layer was strong and impenetrable. There are countable people who have snuck through a few of those layers and reached a secret part of him. You can consider it like a game with various levels and the maximum a person reached was a level 6 on 10.
But this why life is beautiful, because it’s unexpected and full of surprises.
I never thought I would seep through his layers and find a hidden place. A place filled with dark secrets and wishful fantasies. They were clustered together, waiting to be uncovered and I did it. I uncovered him. It was a very slow process, it happened stitch by stitch, thread by thread. He didn’t realize while the seams popped or when the threads around him came lose. Gradually, half of him was open and he was still oblivious.
One day, he grasped it. He looked around himself to find a tangle of threads around his feet which he had woven himself into. They were all down there, the various colors and shades and patterns, baring his naked soul.
The opening of himself to the world, exposing himself for me to feast upon.
He looked up at me.
His eyes, they were in and itself a prayer.
And that’s when I really saw him.