Things which we think are right for us couldn't be right for everyone, it could be wrong for others. Just like how people believed with dreams.
Dreams for others is nothing, but it means everything to him. He, who at first being last. He doesn't feel love. His life veiled only with grief, rejections, outcasts and emptiness. He, who sees himself , not enough, worthless that made him think of suicide.
His beginning is not when he was born. It was when the girl whom he offer all of his wholeness; heart, self and being, broke him. Through it all, it will only just a dream that gives color, that revived him after being slain.
Inyong subaybayan ang kwento ng isang Zeifron Castillo.