I thought I was a ship that could never sink. I learned how to float on the waves of light. Now, I'm drowning; the light is fading.

In a world full of bare branches and sharp twigs that cut wounds in our souls and let our hearts bleed a hundred aches; in a world where the setting sun leaves behind a world of endless grey that swallows optimists and spits out disenchanted realists - we all need a veil to protect us from the cold and to wrap us with warmth and shelter.