He looks mighty fine.
He is awkward. As you are.
He is here now but might be gone tomorrow.
He is a risk.
He is not supposed to be safe.
He is a contradiction.
But he is an idea.
He is not real, a figment of your imagination.
He only exists in a made-up realm where there are only rainbows and butterflies and chocolates.
Still, he is there.
And you, you are here, looking from afar.
Because anywhere near shatters the illusion.
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