Dragging himself back to the reality, he saw the shattered window shining the small daggers made of glass. The book "Journey of the Hearse Without A Name" began to swirl around his head. Learning that the Hearse is his memories, his past with Hana; "Journey of the Hearse Without A Name" is a book that contains many mood swings and the book that connects with him quickly and sharply enough to make him weeping of his ex-girlfriend Hana. It is only a matter of time until he finds another part of his life, but so far only Hana can make him feel better every day. He couldn't forget everything he did with Hana, from visiting the Forest to hanging out with Auntie Cait, is all memorably painful.

Lucio puts the book back on the shelf and sees it gathering puddles of dust as the time passed by his age. Every man lives in this world can never beat the age of the mountains, but the mountains provide them with things that even the cold can't defeat. The glory of sitting on top of the world. "The Journey of the Hearse Without A Name" is a good book, to read your minds, to read your future, and to perceive everything beyond all human recognition. It's a messy book that will make your mood swings and question everything about what, where, and who you are in this world. No matter what you do every day.

One thing I hate from myself: the month of August and the shattered windows of an abandoned house. The amazingly hot August that made me turn on the A/C and the shattered window that hurts my hands like hell. There are a lot of feeling variants that can't Lucio bound to himself. A lot of sobbings and regret began to paint his beautiful, tanned, Brazilian face. Even though he's all tanned, but the edelweiss essence didn't fade away from his face. Shining bright and beautifully painful. The cry means a lot to him after Hana cheated on him with someone that lives in a higher position than him now. The Forest that once stood as their silent witness of their warmth now serves as Lucio's secret place to tell the stars how big his love to Hana, no matter the circumstances and the consequences. On his way back to the living room, he knit scarves for poor people to spend time, regardless of his popularity amongst underground and festival music scene, knitting and carpentry are two of his favourite hobbies. Just like yesterday afternoon, two years ago in the evening, and a decade ago in the morning. Hana left him alone, together with a stray cat, and threes with a grapefruit tree.

Not after four years, Hana left him. He began to write traditional letters. No matter how long the letter, at least Lucio got something to do with his stiff hand muscles. He's not good with words, but the "Journey of the Hearse Without A Name" is a reliable source of getting his literary brainstorms working.

Two more things I hate from myself: the month of August and the shattered glass of an abandoned mall. The amazingly hot August that made me drink more water than I should and the shattered glasses of an abandoned mall near my previous favela. On the front porch, I waited for you, no matter what season August gave me. Maine in August can be hot and cold at the same time, depends on where you live and what current mood you're feeling now. Life isn't complete when you're not around and when I need you here, and you were over there, looking at things that impossibly done without a help of another man. On the front porch, I prayed and kept praying for your health. With an old headset plugged into my earlobe and old songs about love, it seems your silent shadow is foreshadowing myself in grief, in sadness, and in longing. This feeling is no more similar than a night train. Alone and lonely with loneliness. Unattended.

Wish you were here, Hana.