There is a Hell Believe Me I've Seen It, There Is A Heaven Let's Keep It A Secret Everyone comes to a point in their lives where everything feels complete. May it be in a long-gone future, old and gray lying upon your dying bed. Or the naïve days of a child, in love for the very first time and with a lot of bitter truth ahead of him. Through laughter, tears, happiness, and pain, we fall in love, we learn to despise, and we grow as people. Emotions; joy, excitement, sorrow, remorse. They all come in couples, you rarely get one without the other. Struggeling to make it work. Young, unexperienced and naïve. Suddenly, realization kicks in. And by the time you realize it, it will already be gone. Lost. Someone once said that memories are just fractions of mind. When we remember, we fiddle these fractions around in, what we figures, the right way. Therefore, memories are creations. Our own original works. To remember means to dream.