You will learn to love again...

As he is silenced by the thousand roars of seasons past, it has never been more evident that life is nothing like he imagined. Growing up means letting go, and moving on means holding back tears as you watch dreams come tumbling down. So many mistakes have been made that it seems as though his entire journey has become about getting up from falling down, instead of flying off towards the moon. The haze of his glorious summer reminds him that there is so much more to living than life, and that the moments he does not see coming, are the ones worth waiting for. Yet why, for no reason at all, does he wake up felling tired? Why can he barely sleep, and why oh why does he still ponder a future with all of you who ran way? He conjures fantasises where you meet, where you forget what has been done, and forgive what cannot be forgotten. He thinks of the stories you shall share, and the new adventures you shall experience. He sees a world without darkness or pain or deceit - one of pure light and serenity. One of infinite joy, and everlasting hope. One he shall always dream of, yet surely, never achieve.