Harley's p.o.v
Blue and pink horizons, lingering aftereffects. Empty vacant breathing spaces, echoes of your presence and absence. Depression, a different kind of comfort. Wandering around town for no apparent good reason, now is the time to break out of the prison within your mind. A kindhearted person and friend like you is hard to find and keep. Please stay for a moment and let me show you what real true devotion looks like. Ramble on and I will listen intently. I want to fight beside you in your secret silent war. Love sees no color, disability, or boundary.
