We've all got entwined memories of that blossomed past, in some cases in many parts and in many places too, but how do we cope with the cracked foundations we stand on when there's two worlds in which love blossomed and only one place we actually dealt with it, that was my problem. * The only way I seen it happening was by taking that trip south, to another home and my other life that crumbled just as quick as this one grew. I woke up in a hazy dream for my eyes couldn't understand the reality I was in, I was sitting on a sofa having a cigarette under the beating Australian sun, I made it home after three long years, after all the struggling and sacrificing I made it and I couldn't have been happier. But the memories of pasts love was still there, inside my room and at my door step, in the mention of his name and on the sights our eyes once seen. To say I broke down, cried and crumbled at my feet is a lie but that's the reason I went alone this time with n...