Little did he know, that the true beauty of his being entirely lay in culmination of his flaws as they danced exquisitely with his binaries, ringed with flame and pulsing like that of a sensual salsa routine...He lived, and will die as my Konstantine.
His potential for life exceeded all his peers, yet in that too, his flame never burned as a constant. He sweetly breathed in the revelry of all that which he could not handle, and he burned within the beauty of that clandestine arrangement he had with life. His honesty was hidden in small, significant glimpses that elevated him instantaneously like that immortal bird of flame as it rises from its bed of ashes...yet the sincerity of the image lies not in that consuming extravagance of the creature itself, but in the ashes that framed and defined all it lived to be.
He was a dream and even perhaps....simply a myth."
