Fix your gaze on such distant horizons, but do you stop to ask what it is you're trying to run from? And does it feel better to have no one to talk to? Without fear of hurting or being hurt. I'm sorry I am cruel. I wish I knew some other way. I wish I was better. But I've found that the world is not as straighforward as I'd once thought. And in finding I can no longer be the colours I once was. And so I walk here now, between the seams of what holds us all together. Aloof. Unresponsive. Unreactive. Though every pain drives so deep and every fear is overwhelming. I hold my peace. I yearn to flee. Because in my loss I know only how to hurt us.
Gomen.