He is so mysterious with blue searing eyes, I cannot escape. Constantly observing and passing judgment without the slightest hint of expression. Ice-cold, glacial and unable to be penetrated like the Arctic, it's strange that he can be found in such a warm climate. Enigmatic. I would like to exchange a few words to learn something. Only today did I discover his real name. Caio- strange it's the second time I've been intrigued by someone with that name. Most times, I just wish he would pass. The language barrier doesn't help. I know he guards secrets about the universe. I know he sees things differently. Strangely enough, we both study Oceanography. Perhaps, it's a symptom of an active mind, but I believe he avoid me either because of a profound sense of disgust or because of an acquired timidity. Perhaps, I am too foreign, too strange, and too mature. A fish out of water, and he is a fisherman. When I am alone, I wonder where he lives. A room's items or lack of them can reveal a lot about a person. Moses is his nickname, and he is a man of few words, I think he takes comfort in solitude. I do as well.
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