When I Got Nothing But My Aching Soul

This weekend I met a man who wears ties and cardigans and sweater vests with jeans for no reason, is thin with a bizarrely small appetite, writes poetry about life being a cage of your own making, has art on his wall about how the world is a creation of your own thoughts, is a Buddhist with Zen leanings, has a very deep voice, sometimes looks at me like he’s startled by and/or in awe of my very existence in this world, calls himself an archetypist (and I’m not even sure what that means but he’s oddly eloquent and mannered and believes in an “achievable best” in all things), taught himself computer code somehow and roots all his electronics and customizes them, which is something he showed me, to my complete bewilderment, has children from a failed marriage, including a daughter whose middle name he chose (and it’s Serenity), and overall, is completely, utterly, astonishingly in tune with exactly what he is feeling and experiencing in the moment, and by some strange power of the mind and heart, not afraid to be afraid of it, openly.


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"There is all this untouched beauty, the light, the dark, both running through me." -Over The Rhine
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