His mind,
clashed like millions of colors of thread,
knotted up, tangled, trapped, stuck.
He reminds me of a painting I saw once,
beautiful swirls of all the colors,
and the only thing left,
a single handprint.
I don’t know him,
but his high pitched laugh makes my stomach turn,
this isn’t love,
it’s fear.
Eden,
like the land of heaven.
They were kicked out,
but he is trapped,
in bliss.
