talk to strangers (excerpt]

...so I continued to explain about the way that he'd engage, his body language, & how his mind strikes me as the kind to always change. of course, nothing stays the same. & he wondered why it was that he seemed so out of touch.. "& well to me, it's no secret that you never get out much." He said I had him read and it stemmed from lack of trust.. & I assumed he had addictions 'cause the way he acted different.. I told him loosen up & asked what vice he had prescripted. "do you have time to listen?" He asked how I knew him so, & if there was something he was missing. "I guess, I just trust my vision, & follow up on intuition & you seem nice, but reply with pride, and too much contradiction.." My mind was truly flooded with plenty more things to say.. Instead I apologized, 'cause his eyes said he was fine before life made him this way.. He said it's ok, plus he's numb to all the pain he once felt.. But he hates this life and deep inside he was ashamed of himself.. All the while still consistent with each of these contradictions.. & I wished he'd face his sadness rather than just resist it...