For the Hell of it

I looked him in his eyes and asked him why. He looked confused. I repeated my words with an intense glare that sent chills into his spine and mine. He had no response. I began to remind him of how good he has it, w work going so well, and a woman who has held him down longer than I can actually calculate, but his stare remained aimless and his response refused to change. Speechless. U would jeopardize ur living situation, for this. This won't last long, before u know it this breath of fresh air will be the very thing coroding ur lungs and exhausting ur life. His response, the same stare. I tried to explain to him that every momment was fleeting and that only what was meaningful would last, he seemed unfased. As if he had entered a new perception or reality (synonymous) that did not allow him to c what I saw. While he is smelling the roses, I'm plugging my nose to avoid the stink of "boo-boo". He's enamoured by the familiar newness of the situation, the excitement of the catchless chase. I got furious. Inside I just couldn't understand, why? My brain began to punch the overtime clock to compute the complexities of the situation. It's wrong, can't he see its not beneficial for him. It will nt get him anywhere. He seems so aimless messing with this foolishness. Good, bad, right, wrong, left, black, white, and the shades between all flash thru my mind pleading the case as judge and jury deliberating the verdict... then he speaks. He lifts his eyes the way Aubrey Graham does when he's "Over" a conversation. Something has sparked inside. His first words remind me that djs refuse to stop playing drake's year old single "I'm doin me... I'm livin life right now maing...". (im perplexed, how does u doing u have anything to do with the questions dancing on the table) he continues, "I'm flying the plane" (who said anything about ur aviator shades)... "its my life.... now or never... I'm not gunna live forever" (not with that attitude ur not)... then, just then he stops. The face on his face changes. It seems as if the color in his face returns. A childlike innocence returns. He's no longer husain bolting around the bush. His gaze into my eyes is like a gaze into his own. He has found solace, refuge. He is no longer explaining but simply telling..."he came to himself"(luke 15:17) and humbly stated "I guess really, its just... [title]"

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