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The blue/black sky makes me think of my childhood.
It's simple
But feels as if it goes on forever,
Full of wondrous stars and memories.


My eyes burn from staring straight forward.

I want to walk until I can't feel my legs.
Until the wind whips just hard enough at my face.
Until my cheeks start to lose the warmth they usually possess.
My toes won't be able to keep balance anymore.
My lips won't be able to form words.
My eyes will blink fast, pushing back tears
That were brought forth by fear and the chilled air.
My movement will slow into a stand still.
My brain will void all doubt. All thought.
My heart won't be able to handle the cold air.
My heart won't be able to handle your cold nature.
It will make one last leap of faith and plummet,
Desperately groping for something to hold on to all the way down.
I will stop trying.
I will stop failing
I will stop worrying.
I want to stop worrying.


But instead, I came inside.
Instead, I sat down.

As much as I wish I could,
I will never be able to leave.

You are my greatest weakness.

The thought came to me before I could stop myself.
I was scared that I had thought it but my fear did not change my mind.


"What's the point?"