Bohemian Ray of Sunshine

I like obsessed kind of people. Have you ever seen the way their eyes sparkle like a lake under moon light, as if the whole universe resides in those pupils. They hold their obsession within themselves as if it's that precious little thing without which their life would have been void- like when they get an opportunity, they can't stop blabbering. That gLoW - which starts radiating all of a sudden when they start talking about the things they love- omg that halo light on their face, the way it turns pink- the way corner of their eyes get wrinkled and that enormous attention which they give you- as if all of their life is in that cute little obsession, in that book, in that paint brush, in that music, that Taylor's Evermore album, that bike, in muses of Bukowski, etc.  Whenever I see Dante- I see a boy who's obsessed with Ari, who keep sketches under his mattress, who read poetry books, who make effortless strokes in water and kisses his parents on their cheek. And Ari...