The emptiness inside...more intense than ever. We were granted another chance to see the world through our long-shattered lenses
of innocence. We were awoken by the sunshine and fell asleep to
the sound of the waves; we let insects crawl on our fingers and mice nimble on our food; we dived naked in crystal waters and burnt our defenseless city-feet running on the sand. If I dared utter I love you, it was the kind of love that makes no demands to reciprocity, or
even acknowledgement.

And now we're back. Clothes seek to restrain our bodies like walls seek to confine our senses, and those pointless laws of conduct and daily interaction seek to imprison our minds. Car engines wrecking our attempts to sleep peacefully. Frantic crowds approaching from all sides. Break free or succumb to the pressure.

Nonsense. I'm here. Why am I here? The past is back to haunt us. I thought I'd cleansed your scent off my skin, thought the sun had dried up your memory. Why are you here? Who are you, and what do you really want from me? Do you still hope that maybe... somehow... somewhere... some day... you and me...

Escape is not an option this time. If only dying was as easy as pulling a plug... But then again, you wouldn't want to miss these rare unforgettable moments, when the sky blends with the sea in the horizon; when you want to laugh and dance and scream of pure childish joy; when the idea of happiness begins to almost resemble a possibility, albeit for a short while...