But then who is he, anyway? A contradiction of ideals and rationalizations, ideals and shortcuts, ideals and compromises. A tight rope walker, except he walks 5 at a time, 5.ply far wider than the human foot.
5 times more dangerous? Hardly, not hard at all, it's actually closer to just normal walking. So he cries that he wants you to walk beside him, but his behavior suggests he'd walk away from his shadow just as soon as he could, he'd walk away from whatever comfortable pace you set, and he'd triplicate any sense of cadence.
He's a musician with so much syncopation it's better interpreted as a lack of rhythm. He's layered so many melodies, it sounds more like noise, and he's restarted the song so many times that one is apt to wonder if he has ever finished one.
Right now he's a boy who misses a girl. But tomorrow he might be angry with her. Or tomorrow, he'll forget the reasons he loves her and approximate a near-meaning into full-fledged devotions.
To follow one's passion is to question the psychology of compulsion is to seek humility in that his paradox might teach him some empathy- no one can ever really know how they will react, even if you give them all the time in the world to be ready.
But I'm once again still ready to try this again for now.
