gonna be posting little bits of my writing on here, so here's one that's buried in my brain

He was a sad man with stars in his eyes and words that would never leave his lips. He was called many things as he traced the path of Life. An overthinker, an overlover, a madman, a genius, a disgrace, a blessing. 

But most of all, he knew that he was a fool. 

A hopeful little fool, who saw the sun and not the spots. He went by many names, some given, some chosen. And yet, none felt quite right to him. He was a social chameleon, evershifting and evercaring for those who wronged him. He knew what he was, and yet, he was the only thing he refused to change. He was everything and nothing and he would never be enough.

He cried to the moon and the moon cried back, and confided in the trees that shrouded him in isolation, and mourned by the water, each mossy pebble a gravestone.

Among the loved, he is alone.