I look in your eyes and I can't imagine what it feels like. You are fighting the battle, yet your defeat is inevitable. As time passes, the memories of your life slip away. Your blue eyes are resilient, yet I see the glances of pessimism and sense of hopelessness. It is beyond your control and there is nothing you can do. There is nothing I can do.
I wish the sun could warm your mind. The bright rays could heat you up. Thawing you out from a cold winter slumber. The days of cold oil consistency are now gone; this weather should make your mind and body more fluid, right? I hope, yet I know my prayers will not be answered.
I don't get scared easily, yet knowing your pain leaves me frightened. Those moments where I get scared, I look to the stars. The moon shines down bright on my head, and that is the exact moment I know it will all be ok.
Your blue eyes now; one day my hazel eyes.
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