I have been longing for this moment for so long like a boy missing his father.

I thought this was a sick joke.

It is been, seventeen years, since I’ve seen your faces.

Now; the memories of you are faded to black, fin.

This sketch is uncharted, and yet all the memories of old, reappear like a flash of ten thousand suns.

I am.

Lost.

For words.

The pain in my heart like a frozen hand on top of it, squeezing it until it hardens.

Deep in my weary consciousness,

I am jaded.

Exhausted.

Friends with my shadow.

Yet, he will be my guide as I take this leap of faith.

Pursuing your faces in the Midnight darkness.

This is, my Midnight Voyage.