I don't know when the sky started to look so dull, only that for some reason it's lost it's blueness, it's innocence. I can't say how I've even decided this after so many years, maybe I'm just being sour about losing a friend to life. Or maybe I can't stand to look at the sky and think it's beautiful, think that it might be wonderful without him next to me on the grass.
I've been looking for nearly ten years now. No one knows where he is, no one thinks he even lives anymore. It's horrible, not even knowing what happened all those years ago. But I had to go on with life some day, right? I needed to move on, if not for myself, then for Duo, he would laugh at me now. Instead of the suit and tie we always imagined I perfected my views of the sky. I won over my lack in artistic ability. If it hadn't been for you all those years ago I would be trapped in a world of suits and ties, words and money, rather than my world of blue and white paint.
All I can hope for is that maybe you'll see them. Recognize your stories flowing through the canvas like liquid passion and find me. I don't blame you for disappearing, I only blame my work, the story that lead to your life of MIA. I hate this sky, this white paint on my hands, the endless blue.