Bittersweet is the imminent premature end, a journey cut short of its promised destination... We climbed the highest mountains and drowned in flooded valleys, waiting for the final pinnacle. Waiting for the immaculate horizons to tell us: we made it. After...

the moon has scars just like me from the blows of life, and they say there's no life on the moon... but her body glows at night...

My pens and papers have transported you here, near, ever dear; my ever faithful listening ear; as I whispered, serenaded, screamed and cried into the abyss...