Why is it so refreshing to sit and breathe beside a river, to lay while clouds fly, to dance beneath the moon, and when the sun comes through your window, laugh and turn the other cheek? It's beautifully lonely. There are only so many joys that one can bear before he breaks, while two would never sleep. We need companionship, yet it hurts. I'm afraid to bleed; bold, but scared inside. I'm fearless except for love, which scares me to death. My cold heart has thawed; it's finally over that. But now that I'm newly raw, I don't have a clue. Cluelessness is a terror for a wounded man. I've felt the hurt, but not again-no, not again.