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.