There is a boy I met, who many know.
His observing eyes tighten as he looks out into the world and there he wonders if he's truly understood.
A lot of people have heard his story; he has shared his life with many and many have a certain perception on who they think he is, but do they really know? Do they see what's actually there or do they see what they want to see?
I narrow my focus as I stare at him, I push aside the things I have heard, the glowing stars and shiny Hollywood image and see him as I would see anyone. Another sculpture, another canvas.
Yes, I see him now, and I see what others say, he does seem to have a lot of good but I also see something more...
You may wonder how I see the things I do? But it is all very clear you see; its all painted on his face, it's in his features, its in the tiny grove of his lip, the corner of his eye, the round of his nose. I have drawn features like these before, the eyes, the lips, different pieces and parts from other faces and have all collaged together now to make his, and from these features I know what kind of character lays host inside.
While each feature shares a different story, combined, I see a few things that really stand out and where the story first stands out begin with the eyes.
Yes, behind his eyes, the real story is told, behind the looking glass I see straight into…show more content… Though we didn't talk of love, or mention it at all, every feature on his face, seems to scream love. It screams the need to love and especially screams, to be loved. I noticed he doesn't touch people much but his face tells me another story. Its the need for touch that he desires, its the need for affection that he seeks, it is the reason why his heart pumps blood to his full lips, it's the need for loving embrace that his very soul craves. No wonder why they made him the poster boy of love, I see it all now. Giving and receiving love is his facial predominant
