John_F_Kennedy

His exaggerated style reflects the person he is. His emotions contradict his personality and eyes say that he is ok. He surrenders to the fact that he has something wrong with him, but he never lets that bother the ones closest to him. He walks, talks, and breathes the likes of a hero, and he has saved no one, only himself. He dresses like a Scandinavian pimp with a crook in his walk and in his smile. He always has his hand outstretched but no one ever takes it, he’s tried so hard to get where he’s at but still believes he’ll never make it. His style is the most flashy thing about him. “No lights, just action.” He says. Tiptoeing around the corner with his old tattered, black suede hat that no one but Tom Waits would wear anymore. Like I said, the crook in his walk is evidently the silliest of movements, but he makes it look choreographed with a bounce. He knows he’s the hottest thing to walk these streets late at night when everyone else is sleeping and the odd ones come out to play. And you should see the way he throws his jacket on when he’s not in a hurry, swinging it around his shoulders like he’s one of the saints with a gun. Style, it’s what he’s got with everything he does. You can not go by this man without staring, whether it’s his ridiculous hair contrasted with his black clothes or looking like he should be in some smoky pub singing acapella poetry. He knows you are looking anyway, and this fire demon loves it. He has a criminally sexy personality that enwraps you in its oblivion the moment you ask him a question. It is like a flood of ideas, beliefs, likes and dislikes come out when he opens his mouth. He may not widely be considered a genius, but to some others, he has the aspects of one who could find his own way to heaven. There is some kind of immense city in his head that controls this masterpiece of a human. He loves to make people laugh, even at his own expense, though he complains about that later. He sometimes delves deep inside of himself to find that he has an unfamiliar flare for caring for them. Even when they makes him clench his fists, his personality contains forgiveness, and I guess that is another thing that makes him almost holy. Emotionally, he is a glass house, making everything turn around and shatter in his face. Unlike is outer layer of personality and style, he struggles to this day with things he can never forget. He does not think he can deal with himself sometimes, thus, he enters the streets again at night, all along thinking if he did anything wrong when he made whatever choice he had just made. He knows it takes a lot to uphold this persona, “If only they knew” he always thinks. He struggles with his demons every day of his life. So as the curtain comes to a close, he chokes up the tears, wipes his face. He opens the door, and walks into the sunlight, and puts on his face for the world and continues his life the way everyone thinks he should.