05 // FATE & FOES

The initial plan after leaving the graveyard was to go straight home and lock myself in my room for the rest of the day. But as I paved my way through the forests, buried memories of the past flooded my mind like a waterfall on a rainy summer day.

This forest was like a history book, filled with chapter after chapter of an endless streak of memories, good and bad, but mostly beautiful ones.

Life. Such a strange phenomenon. I still remember how about a few years ago, I was walking down this same route, skimming through the thick woods of Zion; smiling and laughing as if nothing else mattered in the world. I was happy, free – in love. Yet here I was years later, counting every breath I take.

It just felt surreal, like a dream; one minute it was there, and the next, everything just went up in smokes of nothingness.

Every time I come here, I wonder if he ever dreams of coming here; if he ever thinks of me. If he still loves me, or perhaps hates me. Funny how I wonder what he