Story of the past resurrected, tho that book was never quite closed. Sour grapes and fates be damned, it was something I still chose. A part of something could never be nothing, and nothing was ever the same, a part of me, a piece of u and u will always know my name. A million years could pass me by and yet my sun could still never rise. Stars are scars of light long gone, leaving their mark across the skies....