So many times to which stand no longer, so many thoughts to which absorb and live, so many lives we've evaded, invaded, supplied and completed. So much love, travel and theories. A lot of love, freedom that doesn't mean much; a World that seems to always cleanse, always be where it should be in time, the right time... to which always will stand but ever changing into evolving perception. I met you in the desert alone in the complicated scene as though being swallowed by humbleness. I met you alone, the way I was entered and I thanked you for the experience that is gone forever but somehow will still remain...

And so it is...