The Scientist
was
strange.
Not in a bad way,
he was strange
in a special way.
He was different
The Scientist
wasn't drama
wasn't average
he was
intoxicating;
just speaking to him
made me feel
happier.
He may have thought
I was strange
but he understood
my own insanity
and saw through it.
The Scientist
was my dearest friend
who I was not eager to lose.
Through all the drama
all the stupidity
all the annoyances
and little pests
the scientist would be there
and for that
I am grateful.
I was always
and always would be
grateful
for his little
daily doses
of his own insanity.
I didn't feel
so alone
anymore.
Avery Leigh Soresen
April 09 2014
