• I stand in the shadows of a hallway of memories. The bronze psatel colors glimmer on the puddles like gold. I reflect my memories, to see what will become in the future. What will I become? I look at the wall, bricks lay upon eachother; like one and other are dependent. The street lamp bends shadows and bronze. Is this world a reflection? I savor the taste of the warm mist, I look up in the sky, no stars. This world is devine and perfect, but is there a limit?

    I can't live in a world where I acheived everything by simply living. One day I shall ignite this world; ignite it the light of bronze. The bronze shall cast shadows piercing through the already darkened abyss above. This way I create this world a star; radiating my despair.