I closed my eyes, and in that moment the gaslight of my double calender summer went out with a cold breath. I could see and feel things that the baby boom generation never knew existed, but such pretty wisdom doesn't come without the complete package of the broken hearts of the romantic era.

Every night we head into the darkness, through glossy eyes, in an attempt to find unending redemption and unconditional love, but the only success we find is in the communion between two broken hearts in their attempt to mend each other.