There Is a Galaxy Inside

You first meet someone it's really only the surface that you see. I'm sure we all know this but never really can imagine what it actually could mean. But some when you do scratch that surface they are dull, bland, boring. You could look at someone and think they are sweet and innocent but turns out they are ugly on the inside. I like the people who are not as simple as any of that. People with depth to them that goes deeper than the Grand canyon and thoughts further than the heavens. These people are usually troubled and not always going to be easy to be around. But they are real and open-minded. They challenge you and make you think. They make their own opinions and have crazy ideas. I imagined when I was younger everyone was like that on the inside and I just did not know it because I did not know them well enough. Until I actually did get to know them and it baffled me to think that it was possible for someone to actually be that closed minded and uninteresting. Then if you are lucky you finally meet someone that is like the old saying goes a needle in a haystack. It can be rattling but exciting. Never did I imagine what an adventure it would be to know him. Whether we are actually doing anything or not we are mentally. There are very few casual conversations. I can see his mind always ticking whether he is talking or not. I knew I could never be with anyone so normal minded again. On the outside it is a handsome, shy, well put together young man and on the inside its like he is filled with a galaxy. Like I said before people like that are not always going to be a ray of sunshine. They are complex and most are the ones to try their hardest to do something big with their lives or it's like they feel they should not be alive at all. Which to some may sound insane but it makes sense to me. Beings like that get restless and bored with every day life and can't be happy with the everyday mundane things. People often just see the way he looks and comes off and the first things they say are good job he is very good-looking and nice. But to us this is not a compliment. Ultimately the surface does not matter anymore. It is the complexity of our being that we adore of each other. But no one will ever see that but us. I automatically think in my head if only you really knew him this is not what you would say. He is not one thing he is many things. I am not one thing, and I am not so sure a normal person could ever really handle that.