My Story

You didn't look well, with a burden twice your weight on your shoulders, in the midst of a rough patch. I was passing by, making my way, finding my Shangri-la.


I saw you, and I wanted to help. Along the way perhaps feelings were developed. But things will get better for you. And you will forget me.


I'll soon be on my way again. As usual, as always.
And you will be happy again. Without me.