#dorkboi

Green: Do you have a favourite flower?

"Color.. I see every color as a good one, but if I had to pick a favourite, it probably would be violent. Goes with everything!

Flower, though .. the sunflower. It's just bright and always makes me smile."

Coral: An animal you wish hadn't gone extinct

"I still mourn for the saber-tooth-tiger. Such a majestic creature. Although the dodo bird had it's charms too!"

Copper: Gold or silver jewelry?

"Depends on the outfit.. I would normally go for silver. My wife says it suits my complexion."

Emerald: If you had the option, would you choose to move and live in another country? Which one?

"I suppose you mean.. on Earth? Well, if I had to pick a country I might choose Sweden, or on what you would know as the U-S-A to be with my wife and her tribe. There are times where I don't get to see her very often, and to live with just her even there it would be amazing just to spend time with her."

Coconut: A subject you enjoy learning about?

"I know more than anyone will ever know about history.. at the moment my wife is teaching me more how to cook. I believe it's otherwise called 'home-economics'. Very useful!"

Fulvous: Another name you think would suit you?

"Mmm.. in my wife's language I am also known as 'he who watches', some would call me "The Grim Reaper", or simply "Death". But those are more titles. As a name I think 'Beelzebub' is the only name that suits me."

Denim: Kill the spider or take it outside?

"I may be Death but that doesn't mean I am cruel. The spider species are a lot older than even I am. I put it outside..

But if I find that little bastard in my bedroom it's squishing time!"

Pecan: Shuffle your playlist, what's the first song that comes up?

"Let's see.."

*Presses shuffle*

The gait you stride and the breath you do sigh

Lacks the accustomed fake decorum too.

But come I to you not for typical

Topics of topical courtesy, but

Instead for honesty so intimate

That I feel I can be myself without

A fear of being chastised. I do wish,

However, that you’d have left my eyes closed,

Asked fewer questions, and left me dormant

On that one particular subject. To

Then answer your fit question: I don’t know.

What stands in your way and mine is clear, but

So is what brings us together. “Click” is

Too trite of an expression to regard

A chemistry so novel. I cannot

Distinguish, though, what I see in him. What

Brings us together is as hazy as

What keeps us apart. Perhaps the wand’ring

Fog does conceal but nothing. I think

On it and am now unsure of all but

One fact: I do want our old friendship back.

Are you the boy with glasses and big calloused hands that twitch ever so slightly when they meet mine? The boy with long lines connecting soft edges. The boy with little mystery. The boy so brave as to laugh like no one watches - an act more defiant than dancing like one watches. You laugh with your whole body. Every muscle in your body is overcome with this enormous laugh that radiates out to all of us watching. Eventually, the joke dissipates into the air it was once spoken into, yet we all remain laughing at each other’s laughter. That’s what they call a vicious circle.

Or maybe you’re the girl with golden waves falling around her shoulders. The girl with perpetually wide eyes and blushed cheeks. The girl whose smile is the only thing that could narrow her eyes even a little bit. The girl whose smile can not only be seen, but heard and felt as well. Your smile sounds like a campfire crackling on a windy summer night and feels like lying down on the warm pavement after an afternoon of swimming.

You may also be the boy with broad shoulders and mossy green eyes. The boy with hair like fields of wildly grown grass. It falls onto itself almost like liquid. Your face is so perfectly angled and cut you’d think it was meticulously sculpted and hollowed and shaped with a solid marble body to match. I don’t catch you sneaking glances at me, but that’s only because we’re too busy sharing our telescope. We look out at the world together and laugh at it. We take turns observing it while you shake your head at my comments and call me a child. Two people looking out the same lense with a different perspective.