Imagine living in a world where life is living in the past's pain, the present's popularity and the future's fiasco. Where death is the end of a tormenting probability. Where love is just another optical illusion hypnotizing me into its enchanting world. I, on the other hand, just standing there, on the ledge of a precipice, not going to fall, nor fly, speak nor lie, as the truth I unveil and a new ship a catastrophe I set sail.