I remember sun. I remember evening wind, and the memory of a pretty girl: her name was Nicki. The night was filled with demons and we lived only for play... if only my heart could remember. I felt the anxiousness of long days as time dallied between summers. And playing -- such things came naturally. If only my mind could remember. What happened from then until now? The blur is too hard to examine. I can recall but not account for so many days of waiting: Waiting for now, waiting to question, if all that I'm left is to remember.