Being, but am I Breathing?

His lean gray-white frame wandered past the lake and climbed higher, onto a mountain of cliff-sides. The snow had subsided and the world had become a spring wonderland. His green eyes squinted and he peered over the cliff. Floating from one place to the next... He had no goals, no hopes, no dreams. Just being. It was good and bad; a little sad.

What was love? Would he ever love? He wondered now if anyone could stop his heart. If there was anyone that could bring him to tears, anyone he could lay his life down for. He wasn't sure. His life was a lonely one and so he continued on, being.