I often dream of a face so sweet and yet so innocent. A beautiful face by my side. There are a few untouchables which seems eternity to find but yet so close to my inner circle. You're self-inflictions keeps us a star system apart. A black hole filled with unknown uncertainties, what keeps you from me? I often ask. Is it my blindness of what love should be? Is it because you know that my heart is as infinite as the Universe? Should I seek further into the horizon for a more gentle face with heart of gold to overlook my darkness? Should I wait for maturity to engulf us both as time passes? Perhaps, I am awaiting for a face that I will never see in this world. As I reconcile with my past, I am now finding my way to my own confidence and your face becomes as clear as my own reflection. Written by, Sir Lancelot