everything you do.

the rest of the world makes it look so easy. then he goes to try it out, see how this whole life thing works, falling flat on his face. for once he wants to just hang out and do something fun, then everyone leaves. left to his own devices in a building filled with loud voices he doesn't overly care to hear, he freaks a little, his mind knows how to enter a new level of panic. the fuzzies take over and he's helpless, trying to continue to male his way through his day in the midst of an ambuzzled state. they won't calm down, then he tries to let his mind wonder away.  she's so close, yet so out of reach. the emotions are there but she can't feel, can't respond to the way they make him feel. she stares in waiting, he stares at every inch of her to memorize the way she holds so much for him. they say opposites attract, they say that Sherlock and Watson were meant to be together, but the problems won't die down.  personal puzzles to solve on his free time allow for some sort of spark in his mind. he likes the challenge of playing with letters. it's one of the few times he's completely focused on one thing. it's a good feeling. he can't wait to dive into each new adventure.  <3 <3