Two Ends of a Spectrum

I can not stop thinking about him.

He makes me want to paint
He makes me believe
He makes me try to be positive
He makes me more mature

I can not stop thinking about him

He makes me want to write
He makes me forget
He makes me don’t give a damn
He makes me laugh out like a little girl

The feeling of his frail body
The feeling of his lithe body
His hard working hands
His soft palms
The security the emanates from him
The comfort of his embrace

I love listening to his strong grounded ideas
His unfailing belief in productivity
And the growing love that never ceases to flow

I love listening to his endless rant of senseless insanities
His distinct perception of the world
And his presence that will be always be there when I need it.

Both looking through two different perspectives
Underneath it all
I love them both…