zallia | Ode to Wyrm

Well, Doug wanted to know what he is to people, so I guess I should say. I'm doing it here cause I want to write a poem, but it's not coming out too well, and I feel weird saying things to people's faces about them.

Doug is Wyrmis and he is my friend. He laughs and cackles throughout our convos and though it may be wrong I can picture it quite clearly. He does his best to cheer me up and talk me through my problems and tries to solve them from the roots rather than just grazing over them with superficial words. He confuses me, sometimes intentionally, oftimes not. He's very smart and the wordiest, thinkiest guy I know. I can't always follow what he says, but he believes in his words and it's enough for me. I admire him a lot because he's very aware of things and able-y expresses super complicated matters that just make me lost. He's a fellow twin and we get each other more than other people, I think, at least in terms of our personality quirks. We can flirt together, laugh at ourselves, gossip about others and it's all good. One day, we'll meet on a bed of roses with scented oil. I just know it. : )

Cheer up, Baby Dougie! I love you always and I'll send you a box of good wishes! Just kick the world in the ass when it starts getting you down.