The tired sunsets and the tired people, remind him that it takes a lifetime to die and in the same breath, no time at all. He will not let his dreams be just dreams. He will go where he dares not, and he will travel further than his feet can bear. Along the way, blows will be dealt and blood will be spilled and the world shall shake beneath the battles which wage above. He is as he has always been - alone, but never lonely, walking on the boulevard of broken hearts, with one hand in his pocket, and the other waving towards the stars. His endgame is still an unknown, a mystery one ought to discover, yet never unravel, a quest one sets upon with full force, yet never completes, a parallel universe, one wants to explore, yet is too dark to see.
