It’s been so long since the last time of our encounter.

That decision was made not so long ago. But it seems so long just like an abandoned room, covered with dusts –accumulating. Empty with no sound nor vibrations and the mounting dust became the barrier. The radiance disappearing, in the other hand darkness appears.

The wind has come together with a storm. Regularly that it weakens the pillars that were once so strong. One by one they collapse; the last one was the only hope. Weaker and weaker by the days, no longer there was hope.

Once meaningful has become memoirs. Cherish the past without regrets. Build a new one with greater hope. Use metal instead of sand. Make it stronger than the one before.

At the end, no longer can you obstruct; a barricade of courageous-pride.

Dedicated to my heart.