Once was a time I believed in life. The air in my lungs escaped and the beats of my heart stopped, no did you hear me? They stopped. Pain has begun. The love I planned to share was stolen without any prosecution from an unwanted jury and well, the story continues! The worst time to remember is when the only way to move on is to forget. Forget to everything except, except.... well you know. At least there is no regret. Lessons are what we have any existence for.