About me: Memories seem to be far away,
Like the starlight igniting, electrifying our hopes when promises fade.
Chasing promises and expectations, time will show us our revelations.
Memories are like souls; they can surge alive, and also die.
Far away like the black holes hidden from starlight.
Who I'd like to meet: No need, I seemed to have met all the people I need to in my life, already.