Hey,world

Hey, world — heads up,

I’m scouting for a soul built like my father:

steady hands, calm voice,

that old-school loyalty

you don’t find on every street corner.

My colors show my compass:

violet for mystery,

pink for the softness I rarely admit,

black for the storms I’ve survived,

blue for the deep waters I dream in.

I’m calling out to fate

like a radio signal at midnight:

if there’s a man out there

with a backbone forged from kindness,

with wisdom instead of ego,

with eyes that see, not judge —

then tune in to my frequency.

I’m not chasing age,

I’m chasing character.

The quiet strength.

The grounded heart.

So, destiny —

if you’re listening —

drop him on my timeline.

I’m ready.