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40 years have passed since he first took his first breath.
he was not the typical young boy.
he walks in areas where there are no paths.
he has done this all his life.
he stays in the same town he grew up in.
he wonders about what it is like to move and live elsewhere.
he has had various hobbies during his lifetime, all of which he has, pretty much, given up on.
he drives a car that is 12 years old with 118,875 miles on it, the mule.
he wishes he had wings to fly high in the sky,  but reality is often harsh.
he goes out with friends here and there,  but always goes home to an empty bed.
he sometimes feels completely alone in a room full of people.
he keeps busy most of the time while waiting to see what happens tomorrow.
he often wishes there was significant other that gives to him what he gives to her.
someone willing to leap as he leaps, fly as he flies, feel as he feels, but he has to keep his feet on the ground.
he sometimes feels like a piece of bubble gum, chewed up and either spit out or stuck under a table somewhere.
he wears his heart on his shoulders,  while living inside of it.
have you seen where he went? 

originally wrote this around August of last year, added a bit to it, and only just now deciding to post it.