In the beginning, there was no silence nor stillness, and everything existed as nothingness, and we all knew ourselves and each other. I remember a time when innocence was embraced and naivety was quaint, and I remember knowing you and loving myself. The city nights were clear and everything was new and washed with the freshness of the rain, and it was then that I was born again, only to die again, and be born, and die ...
