This him could be you.
The one who, day by day, enfolds my soul more open.
Letting my mind grow anxious for being exposed to a world it has never imagined.
Would you define my thoughts absurd,
if I told they find resemblance to this feeling from a situation where my body lies on the sidewalk, uncovered and split open, so that seagulls can tear guts and entrails from the inside of my carcass.