HEATH ALEXANDER [ like and comment your favorite kink or snack for a rate and fop. ] Sitting quietly on his living room couch, with the end of his favorite black pen between his cherry red lips he thought quietly of the next few words he was going to jot down. He was still and stiff as he stressed, and stared at the open leatherback notebook in front of him, filled with his deepest thoughts and desires. A mind filled with too many things to focus on, and nothing good enough to write about. He let out a exasperated sigh before closing the book, and tossing his pen onto the coffee, along with the notebook. He wasn't always this antsy or aggravated with simple things. Usually the brunette boy that many knew was always positive and ready to explore anything and everything around him. He wanted to believe and find the good in everyone he met, and everything he found. Heath Alexander was the tall boy, who stood at exactly 6'0, with green eyes full of curiosity and mischief. Always dressed in an odd choice of clothing, with a dimpled smile that was fairly contagious. Yet, he was also one that wanted to find his perfect match, someone who made him feel everything all at once, and could see the beauty of things as he did. Someone who understood exactly how his mind worked, and someone who he could write about for ages, just by a simple glance. As his eyes quickly glanced up at the clock in front of him, he decided to head out to find something or someone to occupy his mind until it felt at ease. With a more stressed than wondrous mind in the moment, he was still eager to find the perfect captivation and muse for him.