I have devoted too many emotions to you, and you have shattered a few more in return. Even so, your arrival would usually bring a smile to my face, along with a procession of thoughts bound to dreams of the past. A circus of hope, which vanished the moment reality knocked at the door. I have opened my eyes, and what they now behold is nothing more than delusions nourished by a past that follows me like a sentence passed upon the guilty. The sentence was delivered by my own mind. My body became the cell. And the key is guarded by an entity I do not dare to name.