Solidify

He is solid. Brooding. Deep. One of those guys who believes in other people more than he believes in himself, which, rather than making him an eternal under-achiever, merely serves to grace his outlook with a humility that’s becoming increasingly rare in the inner-city. Occasionally, he wavers between courses of actions… which compliment to give, which girl to invite to the sell-out play he was organised enough to snatch tickets for before the ink was dry on the flyers… but mostly he knows what he wants. Getting there used to be a race, he was up all night, fingers stroking keyboard like an omnichord. Things have changed now. There’s a polite dance through and in and around and behind and over those who have the fortune of being in his way. There’s a polite “excuse me, sorry”, and he’s at his destination, the burrs on worn grey trousers compliments, lessons learned, observations made. Nothing is wasted. Everything is here.

In your words, you’re awesome man.