The Hunt: Brinley

That guy, that wallflower that sits in the corner of the class. Always reading, always on top of things. Reliable, selfless, understanding, analyzing, solving. The perfect gift in a rough paper bag package.

Sure he smokes and can get a lil drunk. He may be too quiet at times, but when he talks it has more meaning. He knows the right things to say at the right time. He is this spectacular being who knows everything from the Earth to himself to those around him to the unknown.

Brinley is my best friend one of the boys that for ages has been my on off secret lover. I do love him, forever will. But I just feel he's going to go beyond me one day. He's my writer, my obsession, my artist - he creates those things that have never been done before. Challenges the guidelines, goes beyond what is expected. He's the perfect student, the perfect flaw. He touches one with pure passion and emotion. Moves like a phantom and speaks in warm whispers.

He likes weird drinks that he receives in the mail, the sky, the starry night, group baths, eating pizza and watching films, sharing a bed with 4 other people, being involved, listening, and using windows as doors. He wants to be a vegabond like his family. And he prefers to tell people his parents are dead.

He can do anything once he sets his mind to it. He's everyone's perfect sidekick. Secretly the perfect criminal and no doubt a mastermind. What he's capable is terrifying but at the same time it's like getting a pleasant shock - one so enjoyable you bite your lip and want more. The shock of sexual or artificial pleasure.

Brinley lives on his own, has for ages really. Worked all his life to support himself and to try to save his little sister Lillix. She's exactly like him, these perfect little corrupt parcels. Both beaten physically, verbally and mentally by their parents. Swept away by their dear friends. Lillix was adopted by her aunt who travels. So on occasion he gets a letter from her. Only I can tell when her letters are late. He misses her - like any good brother would.

I constantly imagine what life would be like with Brinley. He was always my hero, always will be my hero. He is my word of wisdom and he constantly tells me what I need to hear. Such as...

"Individually we are one drop. Together we are the ocean."