It’s like a natural instinct for me to feel at ease whenever I see him. Something in his eyes makes me feel at home. It’s as if he’s someone close who is welcoming me back after a long day and I only have to look into his eyes to feel better, he doesn’t even have to say, “Welcome home” because I feel it in his eyes; I’m always welcome.

Sometimes I feel like I know him, but I’ve never met him, not once…however, he has a knowing look in his eyes, it’s friendly, approachable, and very calming. I could aptly describe his affect on me as akin to drinking a hot cup of tea; I feel very warm, soothed, and suddenly so full of bliss that I get lost in myself for a while.

When I see his face and then watch as he opens his mouth to sing, it’s as if someone is gently pouring cool water over my whole body, like I’m slowly drowning in a sea of bliss. I close my eyes and let myself succumb to his melody, allowing it to wrap itself softly around my being and just float, float in a pool of nothingness as his voice purrs on and on.

Me on Anthony Kiedis