the druggie

12.46am,Sunday.
He was so fucking beautiful, unearthly
God I wish i could bring him home,
God I wish I could take care of him,
His face…hauntingly beautiful…sunken eyes circled by grey…red lips…black hair…mauve shirt..on the electric blue bike…
He was so beautiful, so perfect and what he had done to himself was shaming everything..
I saw him and was so caught by him..
I wanted to scream and cry at the same time…but all I could muster was silence…
He was crippling my soul with his sad empty eyes…
It wasn’t cold yet something had frozen me…
The pain, the cold made me look away…
I wanted to know his story, I wanted to tell him it wasn’t his fault..
His eyes spoke of a soul raped and bloody..something about him gave me goosebumps…something in him scared me..something in him gave me a glimpse of hell…
And I know I won’t see him ever again but if I do I’ll tell him…
Courage is to live…