I. For Dai, For Ever Ago.

I've spent my old days making up pretty stories. I was a sailor navigating the oceans of sorrow of a heartbreak; stranger tales tells the reader about sorrows turned into poetry and how those experiences change my perspective of seeing love. In my conclusion love it's the most violent act I've seen in my short life;now I must live in sentimental years and sentimental years in order to survive and continue my travel. But we must understand that a smooth sea never made a skilled sailor.

"One must imagine Sisyphus happy."
-Albert Camus