Through the distorted colour glasses of my words, I look as no one ever sees me, but as I am in my faintest dreams. I stand and stare; a reminiscence of the past: friends, teachers, and those who simply made my life beautiful. I thank no one, but I am grateful. Memories of you will always live in the tips of my fingers, keeping me warm in those long winter nights, when there is no tea left to brew. Civilizations disappear, time bends, reality shifts, but we will never be younger than we were today. Never forget.