Rita.

Everything was a bit gloomy and I have lost track of time. I dint seem to know what day we are in and it tears me apart to be so trapped in here without any force thoughts to what transpired before now. Every beautiful memories I have ever felt was pushed to the back of my mind without realizing how long they have been nurturing in my mind.

When you are told to cherish little things, it wasnt an exaggeration. Now I know. I want to be able to take long works out of the cabin and feel the lush wind softening the goosebumps only skin. I want to...