Being back here is like a beginning of something new. Something different. Yet so remotely familiar. One week. That's all I had. And now I have take my leave and leave everything I had grown so accustomed to behind again. My penance? Pointless now how it seems we chose to give birth to something so difficult to rear. But then again, my absence in her presence might grow fonder for her, and her absence in my presence might just as well. So anyhow, till then when she graces herself and feathers down lightly to my direction I'll be waiting.