Waking up to a new dawn, a sense of forlorn settles. The day goes by, in a blur of mindless noise and senseless sound. Anything and everything is a reminiscence of a happier time. Time which should've stayed frozen and never gone by. While the day keeps sanity in check, nights haunt the memories made. For every thought of learning to move on, a tear and another is shed. Waking up again, it is all a cycle. Each memory a stab in the heart, the feeling that of a dagger twist