We are wreckages. We live this disappointing life together, looking for our true selves, trying to figure out what we really want. We help each other mend the broken pieces, fix what was once shattered and guide one another through the pits of darkness. But we sometimes stray from the path, lose one another in the dark, yield to temptations. And then some valuable parts of us get detached from our bodies and souls, sacrificed for the sake of the forbidden. And we are left with less than what we started with, only to try again to stick together some of the broken pieces, but losing others, time and time again. And we end up the same wreckages, gluing parts of each other, only to lose ourselves in the dark again.