Jimmy at 4 in the morning

I was just thinking about Jimmy, though I never knew anyone by the name of Jimmy,
my whole 18 years of life.

He's an amazing person,
witty and fun,
and yet he knows where the limit is to stop fooling around.
And he also knows when it's time to be serious.

Jimmy's a wonderful person,
he lets silly little things deviate him from his goals momentarily,
and yet he is still able to achieve them when the moment comes.

His eyes so intriguing,
like falling into the deep blue sea,
where everything is so calm and the only thing you can hear loudest is your own heartbeat,
and his of course.

The first time he came to me,
his first words was,
"Any sugar for your Flat White?"

I wonder if he remembers how many pebbles i threw at his window pane,
and my failed attempt in trying to not show any interest in his brainless jokes.
and the times where we had our little English tea party,
while we fooled around in failed British accent.
He did better than I though,
imitating the accent.

In fact,
Jimmy did Everything better,
than me, that is.

Jimmy smiles,
and the world smiles back,
he waves,
and the world waves back.

Jimmy looks good in a pink shirt,
I think.

And Jimmy is..
well
Jimmy floats, and no human in the world can pull him down,
like a balloon filled with helium,
he soars above the rest,
above all the human race,

but..

I am sinking him in my head.

And then,
Jimmy falls,
he is now among us.
Plain, bland, human beings.

I wished he could float again.
But I'll still sink him in my head.