“When she moves, she looks like poetry in motion. With every step she took, she played with my emotions. She walked past me, smelling like fresh morning rain. It aches my heart to say that I may never see her again.” – Apocalyptikal

kaleidoscopic memories
Nostalgic waves of kaleidoscopic memories intertwine as my eyes close and my mind races between the moments we shared. The moments where the rush was





