I so enjoy sketching up a character and getting a feel for their various likes, dislikes, and behaviors when I'm writing a novel, or even just a new short story. So I thought I'd bring that same enjoyable description here....only this time, writing about people that I actually know.
Note: I don't own any of the following photos, nor do I know any of the people in them. But they totally fit the vibe I was looking for.
He is neither coward nor bravado, he is just boy. He sits quietly sometimes, drinking in the environment. Other days he speaks his mind, shares a laugh. There is something inherently, easily friendly about him that I can't quite place. He is comfortable with himself, but still human enough to avoid eye contact.
Simply by being around him I am more inspired. He has passion for life, an enthusiasm, but he is still young, still growing and making sense of the world. I get the feeling that his life is a balancing act; it is not easy for him to accept that he is growing up. And yet it would be equally difficult for him to remain a child.
Where did he come from and where is he going? I couldn't tell you. What I know of him is this: shy glances, hair the color of chocolate, paintings hanging high on a wall. I have nothing to hang onto but the details, mere commas in a lifetime of punctuation. Dream on, dreamer.
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