Dear you,

It feels like I am rafting into a mystical land that is full of evil and dark creatures.

There is no moon and the skies are pitch black. No sign of anyone, including you.

I keep on going, like I always do. But this time it is different.

Because I know that at the end of this journey, it would be worth it.

Yet I may be dead by the end of the day but at least I could smile remembering how you were there for me, at least.

With regrets and foolishness,
(1.42am, 29th August 2017)