Come on a journey with me, towards the sun setting in the horizon; it is through light in its eternality that I continue in this cruel, burning world. This is a love letter to the memories of old, to the people who stole a piece of me I will never get back. These words hold a facet of my existence, through love in her infinite forms; treat them gently, will you? You hold a tale of longing, of heartbreak and looming shadows; the unrelenting passage of time destroys me as much as it remakes me, and I wish to share these pieces of my heart with you.