He is you and what he sees is himself.
He used to have limbs like everyone else, he had feelings, thoughts, aims, dreams, ways to go and a past. He used to love smiling for no particular reason and yet he could be feeling sad, alone. Alone is such a dark word. It's the kind of word everybody would fit in to a poem, or just to describe themselves. "Alone" is actually so real as "love" and "happiness".
Being left alone was probably his biggest fear. Not that it would consume him, but it would definitely designed/changed him. In fact it was thanks to that balance between loneliness and love that made him the man standing in front of you.
He realizes now that he smiles when you, my friends, smile. He does feel insecure when you are weary. He has always been a puppet in your hands. Either you can support him on what he can achieve, or you may leave him... like many other people have done before.
When he is on his own, he starts asking and judging himself really hard, with no mercy at all. He used to be too harsh on himself, he knows. But so are you. He dug holes within his skin and search for locked up forbidden memories. And he knows you do it as well. He suffers in the shadow of his own body structure, because life has been so different from what he always dreamed off. Just like you, you see? After re-spawning loads of times, he is some kind of a Phoenix now, like bird on fire with a harmless wish to spread his wings, crushing through ashes of his own body that mean words tore apart, and fly away towards that dream that no one else can see. Like you, my friends, do.
Then he realizes he was never alone, like you never were either. He is you and what he sees is himself.
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já vi que estás a trabalhar em Cascais.. quando calhar passar por lá.. tento fazer uma visita!
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