Everything seems so black and white sometimes. I don't see rainbows as I used to when I was a child. Maybe a I was naive 'cos I was raised inside a crystal ball. Now my reality is broken, I found myself in it. As it was painful, it was also real. I've seen colorful and dreadful rollercoasters. Some give me light, some give me darkness. I hold on to the latter, it's is less disappointing. For I know that good is not finite just like Humankind.