be with me

Long ago, the tsunami raced towards the coastline of the adolescent-dream. I shouldn’t restate anything except that storm, grumbling like an old beggar it snatched away all that I thought I achieved. I was designed to light the candle again and thus darkness, which was shouting from distance, blew out. Now, being repeatedly ignored and offended my last chance is walking out the door while I am passionately searching for an architect from within to construct a dream-castle...