Forfeited being the center of attention.
To the atypically dressed, out of place yet approachable? hipster quiet in the corner. 
Rocking his head to upbeat sad songs + concert videos of his best nights in life on the verge of tears, focusing on what he's thankful for most. Ignoring the bittersweet palate he's accustomed to. 
Legs crossed, busy thinking. Undefined by any pedestrian thought.
"She had a face straight out a magazine, God only knows why you'd ever leave her." He'll whisper low wanting to sound as hazey as the world those song lyrics bring him to.
"Our love has grown cold, you're intertwining your soul with somebody else."
It's not that every track on the queue is sad he just relates to the longing.
He'll put up a million pictures he took of a million girls because he saw the art in them. 
He sees the art in people, but people get the wrong idea
People get the wrong idea so why bother?
He bothers because inspiration bothers him. 
Anytime between the hours of 12am-11:30pm (gotta eat sometime right?)
Bothers him anywhere between one corner of his mind to the next
Bothers him any time between the right & wrong times
Bothers him anywhere between the city views & church pews.
40 Hours a year, clocked-in in the bathroom. By now they assume he's got one more photo to edit, one more line to get down. He's relating to a whole crowd of frowns.
Now he can't count off his hand anymore, how many times he should be gone.
How many people have moved along. How many methods used to stay strong.
He always counts, how many seconds til she smiles, and only the things worth his while. 
He says things like "Accept that you're different, and choose that everyday. Don't end up like me but thats what i always say."
He tends to dream of the parallels that haunt him whether its day or night. On the job or praising God.
Modern day lover keep your fists held high, life won't quit trying to bring you down. 
I can't imagine the frustration when he confidently but in his fatigue quotes "I can do this all day"
Postmodern soul, mind and morale because what this life without passion?
Old man // Young body with much less to say, but more to do
Restless another day he just needs to make a difference He just needs to make em laugh He just needs to get off his phone.
A troubled child has his problems with authority & all his teachers
They never challenged him like his mistakes, his heartaches, his set backs
He's nostalgic of the days his only responsibilities were assembling toys to play & closing his hands to pray. 
He'd talk his head off expressing his heart, but growing up too quickly he noticed how people would rather play with his words, mind & image. 
So this is the only time you'll see him quit.
He just forfeit being the center of attention.

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