A vast expanse of blue and despair, a grand view, but a lonely one. Wind on my skin, an icy grip, a hand from the past, never forgotten. I wish you were here, with me.
I didn't do anything today. I couldn't. Not with the great blue covering me, with that arrow through my heart, shattering it.
I'm scared of many things, but mostly I'm afraid of nothing. The nothingness inside my heart, that void, that blackness. That I'll be a hollow man, empty of love. Sometimes I reach out, but mostly I don't, because that too, I am scared of.