2489.
A number keep ringing in my head.
So foreign yet so familiar.

As time passed slowly and agonizing me like the villain of any comic book or superhero movie shall I say.. I keep wondering why I hadn't gave up on the search for real happiness.

In one brief conversation with a stranger, I was told Love comes after Pain, Death and Despair. Is it an epiphany for my mental well-being? I was obsessed. Starstrucked by the idea of riding and trying to fit in the normal modern world of materialism. Trying not to be an anamoly in a land of mediocrity. Sigh.

So, what keeps a heart warm...