Oh promising Runway,
With your little white lights of confidence.
Oh lonely Runway,
With your narrow black strip of abandonment.
They walk through you for guidance.
They walk over you for change in their lives.
They want change, not you.
Not the abandonment or the bright lights.
Change, and only change, to their horribly calm lives.

I’ve been brought to watch, and brought along friendly support.
To usher him to do what he himself does not want to.
He seems like he doesn’t, at least.
Or is life’s unsteadiness his one and only beast?
Growling and approaching from all directions.
With no direction.
None.

He wants to, I hope.
I wish my friend does hope,
For this.
Temporary bliss, in fifteen seconds of spotlight.

 

 

<I’m poetically boring, I know. But it’s just another way for me to lash out my opinions which don’t hold the right to be said. Today was one of them. Miguel is one of my oldest friends, a “bro”. We’ve been through a LOT, long talks about relationships, long talks about the future, long talks in general. Hell, we spent five hours in a Subway sandwich shop once talking about everything we could think of. 
He asked me to go with him to that modeling thing at the mall. He was nervous, no need to though. Great looking guy with an outgoing personality. I would have never been able to go up there, I envy him for that. And respect him, even more. Photos and out:

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