I met Mr. Thorn Fence and it goes without saying that he is fair and yet he lacks life sometimes. I see him all the time but his effect on me never seem to fade. I have not seen a glow in his eyes or a flush in his cold chapped lips. I would not talk to him because I love seeing him from a distance. That makes it more natural because I see what other people fail to see. He is young but he looks smarter than what his physical attributes show. Sometimes he would come to me and say the world's short-lived "hello". He would stand still like a fence with all his thorns guarding him. I will nod and our conversation would end. As simple as that, it would end. Like a passing second of time, not even a minute. But we understand each other that way. I guess. Perhaps even more clear than saying "hi, how are you? how have you been?"
This is the nearest I could get. Your warmth is soothing I’m beginning to think I’ve reached the paradise of Le Droit. But this would take 15 minutes only, I was told. I want to maximize everything and stretch the time but I couldn’t. It’s beyond my control. I do not own you. Not even the sweat coming from your chin. And then you said goodbye. I was stunned. I looked your way even if you have long been gone.