One year ago, my life almost met its end. 

  Not just me, everyone I knew and loved… was destined to march towards their demise. Every single scream, every single breath, every single drop of blood. 

  They never leave.

  I feel… as if… I’m being eaten alive.

  What have they done… to us… to… me?

  …

  It was a beautiful day. Everything was so tranquil and magnificent. I had stayed up all night, sitting on the fence, writing lyrics… it was my passion: music. In fact, my first ever memory, was my mother singing a lullaby to put me to sleep. It still remains, etched inside the depths of my soul: All the notes, the melody, the… love…

  She called it: Everlasting Reminisce.

As we voyage through,

Passing old days and new,

A lovely burning memory,

Echoes to eternity.

Faces, names and places,

Events that do not last,

Aspects of a lifetime,

All shadows from the past.

Why do we fear the road?

Are we afraid of thunder?

The reason for it all,

Our tendency to slumber.

Cherished households will remain,

Like flowers dressed in vermillion,

As long as love holds together,

None will fade to oblivion.

Her words always managed to find their way to my heart. So full, of purity and tenderness. I had no sleep on that day. I was lost, bewitched by the magic she had bestowed upon me. The twilight greeted me with all it’s magnificence, while the aether blew winds of serenity. It all seemed… perfect…