It was idiocy that made fools like us separate in the most of agonizing ways. I can still remember him telling me about his paradise of sunflowers. Arriving to this dreaded state that once held breathtaking memories of love was heavy on this old heart. The only thing I could do now is drown in the endless stalks of lengthy flowers and before trying forget about those angelic cerulean eyes that had spoken to me about them eons ago, with a marveling enthusiasm that would never falter.

When I went to Russia, I did not intend to see 'him'. All I had in mind is that ethereal palace in which he and I raised our careless infatuation in.Visiting it's faded walls of an ever enchanting gold and blue, I realised my love for 'him' grew tenfold as the melancholy reverie settled in. Perhaps winter will let 'him' know.Winter knew my words of passionate abhorration meant nothing, but ' Я тебя люблю'.

Vegas has always had a peculiar beauty. It is the city of sin that could form, make, and break life.