I feel such a lost. I don’t know… everything i loose… it’s such an illusion. If my tears had a voice, such a relieve. It’s a paradox, isolation exists only in isolation, once shared, it evaporates.
We’re friends, I like saying that, I like it but it would be mean to abandon my mission. It’s time we go our ways… we’ll have friends and have become strangers to each other, this is as ought to be. We do not either to conceal or obscure the fact as if we had to be ashamed of it. We are two ships, each of which as its goal and its course. We have to become strangers to one another because it’s the law to which we are subject. Have a safe journey my dear friend.

““I will turn back in to out myself to admire my own creation””