a nameless figure at a peak a state in which he cannot speak standing so far above it all a man preparing for the fall
floating alone, the urban sun shining upon the only one his future hanging by a thread romantic thoughts within his head
and he waits though his friends arrive, no answers are in tow he is young, and it's hard for him to see and he waits for the feeling that he lost so long ago to be loved, to be free
his mother calling from below telling him never to let go he seems to stand there with such grace a peaceful look upon his face
he holds a letter in his hand his friends will never understand without a heart, there's just a hole that shows the darkness of his soul