Everything, everywhere carries me to you. I cannot escape your phantom existence; the ghost I chase in my dreams. The unreal you from a world I've never known. The you I have never known. When I imagine my escape, you're always there. Faceless. Identity-less, urging me to run away with you.

The years pass, while life and experience accumulate, and we ultimately gain benefit from the torturously poor decisions we once made by having a deeper understanding of the human condition, of what it means to fight the battle of being alive.