It was when i thought about all these things that I figured I would stop and listen to what 

comes to my ear. Tired but kept up just by uncertainty, the notes from the piano keep hitting me 

on the ear with a delicacy that I have not felt in years.

Such as the last time I was caressed by a woman, this song reminds me of a time where 

the innocence of love was just as perverted and lost in a deep desire that has now no place.

A deserted love of loss from a time that was better for another person and unknown for the other; 

completely left to an illusion of self-control lost by apprehension of what the other may feel.

Closed eyes still and playing with lips and tongues, biting gently, lowly and whispering tenderly 

with an excited breath to a neck wondering when the next shudder will come.



	Days of carnal desires now past and forevermore shall be lost to a memory that will degrade 

alongside the passage of Time towards its own end, if it does end 

- but at the very least to the end of both individuals who took part in such pleasure. -



	Still I remember on these moments of blinding bliss of a growing love fondly, and still I am 

glad that nothing ever came out of it but a sizeable waste of time past the ignition stage.

Memories surrounding the entire time that I passed in this castle, 

without allegories; Most I remember fondly. But after thinking about these for long enough now, 

if I had the pictures again, I would keep on keeping on remembering.

As they are now gone from my possession, it is simply time to stop remembering 

what cannot be brought back, and what should not be brought back. One thing, however, 

the fondest I remember, will forever be the forest that acted as a garden to this castle.

What wonderous views were to be found in here.



	This whole period of my life, that feels brief and long at the same time, as it was in reality, 

I will cherish cautiously for years to come. 

That time where I found how low the human can fall by himself, and how low he can get other humans, 

and how high they can rise again.

This is a small pocket of light from my memories that I still smile to inwards.