I couldn't really understand what was happening to me, it was my first heart break — rejection actually, but who's asking? I had no idea something could hurt that much —yet. "With my heart damaged, this wound ran straight into the high throne of my soul and festered. Since the light that kept my day went dark, I found no reason to bask in any form of glow — not even daylight. Even moon light seemed toxic. So in my dark place I laid, my room cold and devoid of light, a perfect reflection of my heart. My stomach took no pleasure in earthly pleasantries and desired no food. My hands dettered from any appearance of work and my legs refused any function. It took a lot to convince my nostrils to accept the gift of life and my lungs to heed as well. It was an abysmal madness..." Yeah you wish. Going by this, I was bed bound in a dark room, curtains shut and light switches dismantled, no food nor desire to go about daily movement, the hell... Even if I remotely had this in mind, expla

I'll get back to all that ... Now back to our little story telling, our little time travel. I think I can write now.That reminds me, I was asked to write an outline about you D. It was a form and I was supposed to fill in who the characters were, their age, climax of story and all that, so I wondered, was I supposed to say the main character was you D, and that you're what, a month old? Climax of story, how would I know?So I just stated myself the main character, age 24, story outline, well time travel.It is though, going down memory lane is time travel, only that I can't change a thing , it sure still counts don't you think? Well let's travel back shall we?The Shhhh listen. You know how sometimes you can't tell when you're getting traumatized, like it's happening so smoothly you can't really tell right away, you just gradually start losing it. Like any misery, mine started looking for company.I wasn't the only ne