In the city of unforgiveness, I encountered an issue.. you could feel it in the air, this potent spirit of resentment.. little disagreement sparks Unquenchable flames, unnecessary they may seem, however, tread carefully..

My apartment, designed to see the beautiful skyline was occupied by conflict.. a misunderstanding. I.. a man of conversation was an empty page, a vessel without words.. a doll. I approached, we.. both in pain couldn't find beauty in the scenery.. strangely enough we found it in each other.. despite the lack of cohesion our eyes met in the window.. faded but noticeable. She was looking at me and I her, beyond what the outside could provide, we found comfort.. but I understood here is where our journey lies, here is where it begins.

She sat in the corner questioning the purpose of us being connected. it tends to happen...