i am a joker of sorts, a loser at best. not in the sense that i am never victorious in my lifetime, but rather that i find no reason to bring myself above any other man or woman. i am an open-minded citizen of the cold world around me, trapped within the caverns of a 16 year old boy. surrounded by the souls of the lost, i earnestly try to take hold of their reaching hands. my words, i deliver them with kindness. if only everyone were capable of being healed by the hoensty in my voice, the willingness to fix what someone else has so wrongfully broken. a shattered dream is what i live, piecing together the parts of this puzzle that i live as slowly as possible, for i do not want to risk misplacing one. every now & again, i do. but my Jesus is always there to guide my hand back to the correct place, the piece i was missing still in hand. i am kyle, but that's only a name. after kyle, i am a believer in all things good, a provider of the light of hope in the cold and shaded hearts of the people around me. i care unconditionally for the well-being of others before my own. i am a true friend, a loyal companion & a strong mind. i am alive, i am well. i am the roar of a fire, burning in the midst of the rain. i am humbled as i am proud. i am belligerent as i am peaceful, ambiguous as i am discerned. i am a robe of many colors, a coin of many faces. i am the soul lying within kyle, i am kyle.
Written by my friend Rachel