I've never felt like this before.

he is more than a jumble of letters making up a name, more than the sound it makes. he is more than the labels others stick on him consciously or not. he is more than the words he says, who he fantasizes about, the actions he does, or the friends he makes. he is a soul with many sides, a lover of the world, an adventurer. he is things that there are not words for, things that no one knows yet.  his day was just another day. he went to go drop off a pair of beets that no one wanted into a donation box only to be stopped by a homeless lady with her cart. he's met this lady, she had been a beautiful model in her day. then the drugs took over and took everything she had, her looks, her mind, her money. he'd given her a smoke a few summers ago. there's no way she would remember him from then. anyways, she stops him, asking what's in the bag and he shows her and she asks if she can keep them. somehow, knowing that her feet will stay warm tonight because of him makes him smile a little wider tonight. <3 <3