It is ironic; As so many people say they know one, stating as if they knew even the smallest thing. Absurd. Nobody knows anyone! We do not even know ourselves completely.

Humans are part of a cycle, a system that will make us change constantly, for the simplest thing ... we change, we break up and another version of us is born, one different from the one they claim to know. To know a person? Do you know his fetish, you know the dark side of his personality, you know he hates, he thinks, he hides under his words, you know how he gets when he gets angry and when he's lost; Where would I go? No one knows in depth a person, we need to know ourselves first ... even before we want to find out about someone else.

Limits. To trust. The appearance it gives in a situation. The depth of his gaze. How hard your actions. He rips it from his soul.

In a rotten world, people are rotten. In an age where morality is not, what can we expect? Love, it became a joke. Respect, became a mirror. Kindness ceased to be necessary. Integrity became unknown. And knowledge, became a weapon. When did society turn something so important into insignificant forgotten things? Desiring to return decades ago, dreaming of material goods, yearning for the company of despicable beings, living under the shadow of hypocrisy and falsehood. What is worse, more than it is dark? Being prisoners of greed and pleasure.

Why do people go crazy? And why ... not be? Born innocent and pure, our very species rots us away with our sanity. Even make us fall. Falling into an endless pit, being a victim of others or not, madness exists in everyone. That little fiber, that tiny, tiny corner in your mind, finds your madness ... longing to attack. Make you lose your mind, sink, stain your soul. The good things in you .. not everyone will see, who will care! To your love why? Does he even know your existence? Does he support you, or do you support him?