Mein Freund

You can almost see the thoughts in his eyes. They are deep and bright, full of memories and a dark past. The way he thinks is different, he thinks in music. In lyrics and chords made clear and precise. He changes every thought many times before he writes it down, he could spend hours thinking about a single phrase. When he tells people what he thinks he spends more time wording it than actually speaking. He has a passionate side, with places for music and writing. He has a violent side, full of blood and gore, and a girl he once saw in a dream. Despite his past, his present, and his distant and unpredictable future, he doesn't write about suicide or death. Not from his perspective anyway. He inspires those around him with simple words. He inspires me, and yet I barely know him.