Frôm Pothi

PT Pothi, such blessed a foal that he is, carries and spreads smiles whereever the wind blows. From him evokes a composed, poetic faint breeze of solace, from his mouth, only words of praise and elegant concern. In his heart, secrets.

The ease Pothi has with forging connections finds little way into his maintenance of them. His head whirls, often, over and underwhelmed over and over again by people's hearts. He finds it distasteful to lie, yet masters the art of coyness in regards to his own personhood. Not many can say they know him to his core, but Pothi digresses. These nights, the moon finds him sullen faced, overbrewed in unspoken wants and unwanted affections— from a stallion, a phenomenon, a sunshine, a guide, a supporter, an influencer, you name it. Class' favorite. A joke, a clown, a contradiction, a slow bomb, a toy, a tail, a runner-up