Last night was magical. It was one of those nights that just comes right in and strikes you with overwhelming freedom. Like how the world could be yours in one heart beat. A beat that gives you a remarkable bliss yet leaves you with an everlasting melancholy. Happiness. Loneliness. Anger. Hatred. Adoration. Downfall. Every single drop of it makes you more human. The greatness of that feeling. Its unfathomable mystery and irrevocable string that pulls you together. Perhaps, the singe in your deep sunken eyes. Just a little something that would remind you of the road backwards. Backward, forward, sideward, doesn’t matter. Everything’s the same. It all points out to that one direction that everybody’s been afraid of. To wonder, to know, and to discover the one’s that been in the box for a thousands of decades. The single touch, irking voice, and awaking dream that would remind you of what’s reality and what’s fantasy. Or everything that would remind you of how you are your own non-existent shadow. Nonetheless, that you are nothing. Not a single word, not a sentence, not the hardest rock nor the ever-flowing ocean, just nothing.