like a piece of the puzzle, like the last turn on a rubick's cube, like chasing a ghost. the missing segment eluldes you. like the spark that sets things a fire, like the answer to the riddle, the answer is as hard as asking the right question. Today something is missing, the piece of the puzzle that I once had is now lost. now the questions begin, where, why, and how. Only the holder of the key will know why I made this blog, so to my eternally hidden one, may you bring the key and unlock the safe that holds the piece, the missing item I desperately seek.
