By Mac Guerreiro

His somber energy spoke for itself. The way his eyes look like they’re 90% here and how they’d search around for things that are always in the same place. Eye fight the impulse to climb over the marble and wrap myself around him, my hand finding that one spot on the back of his head. A long hug accompanies sweet kisses by his ear as eye reassure him of my love and support. “Your feelings matter so much to me, let me know how eye can bring you closer. Eye love you.”

To think that boys hardly ever get this, children in general. Then we grow into these “adults” that are often living from the desires and impulses of the childhood selves we never got to be, but that’s a rant for another blog. Eye don’t know what or who has ruffled his normally unmovable emotions. Eye suppose eye don’t care at this moment because eye all want to do is show him love. Eye wish we were in a place in which eye could.

Published by Mystical Mac

Born in Brazil and raised in California eye am an artist better identified as a conscious creator and intuitive healer. My gift for storytelling in various forms as well as my keen perception into the metaphysical allows me to share my perspective in ways that eye hope are of help and use to those around me. Thank you for reading, listening and watching; it means the world to me.

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