I had the answers all along.. Far from the beginning of time. How stupid. But, when? When did that happen? I wish I never knew.. But, how is that possible? There was no clue. It never made sense. The past remained hidden. I was blinded from the unveiling truth of my own belief with reality. It should have stayed that way. But, I spilled it. It haunted me, it always had been smoothly written and laid. Ever since, It was all doubts. It was never a curious mind. In that case, I was fooled. Sincerity. Innocence. It never existed. I should have not heard it. I should have never relied on this delirious curiosity. Only to find out that it was on me. Life was never as undeniably unpredictable as this. All written down in specific details. But, it could have been a better role, if I was never the outcast of my own fairy tale..