He Is AndresCerpa He is a boy on his way to becoming a man, who’s tormented and sad but yet lives in the sky. His feet rest on both the joyous and evil sides of the earth. He has and will rob and steal, yell and fight, push and shove, explode and throw punches. But yet he loves, kisses, lays still and vulnerable. He’s weak but yet strong, tormented yet at rest, inherently evil but yet simply good. He’s filled with paradox. He’s a hypocrite, he’s confused, complicated and someone whose actions you may never understand. He sits in class, front and center, sleeps through afternoons and destroys his mind at night, simply to rebuild it with newfound experience. He searches for peace and rest but has yet to find it. He searches for someone to hold his hand but throws fists and words at those who step too close. He’s alone but yet surrounded. He may be wise past his years, a product of young eyes seeing all too much. He’s seen a man die and his mother lying on the floor as she cries. He has fire, hate and anger in his eyes but dreams in his mind. His heart has turned cold. He’s lost in a city. He searches for what he can grab hold of. He trips then falls empty-handed.
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