Effects

He helped me start writing again, at least a bit. He was the one that helped my mind realize that the boy called Satoshi was more than just one of the many cuties standing in front of me. He took great parts in that. When I was sure, he challenged me, to help me be even more certain. When I was unsure, he slapped my face gently, clearing my head. The more I lived forward, the more I knew I owed Kyuu a lot. He knew it without me saying it, the story was complex as I said, his mind and mine were connected at one point. But it wasn't a bad idea to go to our little universe of two guys, snuggle with him and thank him. As I said, he could keep me warm, but it wasn't like that with Satoshi. No use trying to explain it. Or maybe...

I look to the side
One love of mine
Smiling at me

I turn around
One love of mine
Standing tall

I step back and look ahead
One love of mine
And the other

The sun shines at day
The moon shines at night
But that is not what I talk of

The winter brings cold
The summer brings warmth
But that is not what I talk of

I hold him in my arms
One love of mine
But he's not real

I kiss him gently
One love of mine
There are no lips to feel

He pulls me to him
Out of reality
Where it's warmer

He holds me closer
Far from the truth
Where it's safer

He speaks to me
Words I know
But never think of

He speaks to me
Words I think of
But never hear

I hear them speaking
One love of mine
And the other

I hear them speaking
One truth of mine
And the other

So there, and I am not sure if I made it any more clear, but that poem of sorts took less than five minutes to write. I felt it was a good way to spend five minutes. Five minutes in just blabbering would have gotten me nowhere. Perhaps I'm still nowhere, but I chose the way myself. Like so many others, I am happy I made that choice, even if the result wasn't any better.