How will I ever forget your eyes, those which bewitched me beyond compare, and mangled my heart beyond repair? Oh how will I ever forget you? Tell me how, for I wish to know if you wish the same* What would you do if you were deprived of love, and find a source then? Would you sink like a dead-weight or would you rise like a wave? This very dilemma engulfs Eugene, as he drags through his teenage angst, along with his complications of feelings and words unsaid. He sits on a throne of ragged glass, his heart becoming colder as the blizzard inside him isolates his empathy, aggravating his feelings towards his best friends and probably the only love he will ever come to find.

God . The almighty as they say. Millions of prayers are offered everyday to this being.. everyone knows his name . God... but the catch here is, has anyone really seen him? Does he even exist to begin with? If he does, where? All these questions have puzzled me and many throughout. But maybe he exists somewhere watching us or maybe it's just another lie in this world . Maybe someday we won't use the word 'maybe' when talking about him... when? let's try to find out :-D