He survived.

He loved deeply.

He was sensitive,

often guarded,

but often dreadfully

painfully open.

He wanted others

to know him completely...

Even though it hurt.

Even though it wounded him

& others.

He lost himself in sex & music,

movies, poetry, & memories.

But when he was most lost

he often found something of himself

which no one could see - something

that escaped his grasp

when he was found.

These are pieces of his puzzle.

I should know -

This is Jason.