The clouds had blown over, as the moon rises beside the twinkled star, as it slowly makes its way across the western sky. I look back upon my life and see that it is filled with dead hopes and broken dream, my only hope that you have dexterous finger and be able to treats one feeling like they are made up of brittle glass and careful they don't break.

A myraid of emotion swirled in chest, while a confusion of thought spin thru my head;;: My mind travel back thru time and distance........