like the scar of age. written all over your face, the war still raged inside of you. you still felt the chill. when you revealed your feelings to him. you wear it like a tattoo. ”14 years,” he said “I couldnt look into the sun.” you saw him laying at the edge of your gun. hungry for life, and thirsty for the distant river. you remember his hands. and the way the mountains looked. the light, shot diamonds in his eyes. and here you are. staring at the beauty of him, like he wasn’t struggling deep down.