It's that black. That endless, smothering, velvet night that weighs me down. If I were to reach out my hand to you, feet away, I feel as though I'd shatter some sacred pact between me and the world. I'd be ripping a hole the size of the universe in this delicate web between us. Between every pair like us. and they didn't ask for that. It wouldn't be fair. Yes, I've completely disregarded what I think you'd have to say about it,
but I'm usually wrong anyways.

I'm walking now, and it's starry curtains rolling all around, and the strength my broken arms are asking for to push through them is tempting me to turn around.

As it turns out though, I didn't.

Don't wonder. There's just more black over here.
Peaceful. Whole. Unyielding.