You are so different

You are so different,unlike any other boy .

You give me a feeling of distance, a sense of solitude, close yet so far away.

I've heard many say that they are lonely, but they don't ever compare to you.

I have the impression that you are alone in your heart,but have been putting on a disguise to cover it up.

You crave - a little bit of excitement, a little bit of danger, a little unpredictability, maybe even a little suffering.

You long for excess, for irrational obsession. You want the fires of emotions to bake your soul; you want love that drains your life away.

You remind me of Borges' line:"you are but every solitarymoment.”

You manage to catch my eye in every second, even when no emotion can be detected from your face.

A lot of times I want to get to know you, to know your mind, but hesitate for there is a shell protecting the inner you,that I dare not to break.

But paradoxical as it is, from your individual representation I glimpse a postmodern fluidity of identity, but nonetheless find it hard to deconstruct its origin.

Maybe it is your deterritorialization,turning meta into a priori, that leads to the contradiction between my experiential vision and imaginative assemblage,as well as your tension which transcends construction.

I guess at this moment,for me to suspend you in a symbolic way - or to take the liberty of yielding in face of discipline - is no doubt a kind of blasphemy.

Would you like to perhaps put into words the territory and visual threshold of your transmutation and reconstruction, so that I could grasp the essence of the polyphonic colors of your will, hidden deep within modernist discourse?