Obfuscated, I see a fellow bearing bitterly cold eyes – a blank stare so halfhearted that light itself is struggling to contour his sullen brows, his motionless lips pressed airily into a thin blue line, and though I can hear words whispered under his breath, the grim intent behind them is hidden under lock and key, revealing to me the bony hull of a man who forfeited hope by spreading himself too thin, of a man begging for clarity.
