Hehehe..

There are many ways to define our fragile existence.
Many ways to give it meaning. But it is our memories
that shaped its purpose and give it contacts. The
private distortment of images, fears, loves, regrets.
For it is a cruel irony of life that we are destined to
hold. The dark with the light? And the good with the
evil? Success with disappointment? This is what separates
us, that makes us human. And in the end, we must figth to
hold on to.