"On the peak of a mountain, lies an egg. I wait and wait, under the pieceful cloudy sky. Suddenly, thunder crashes and rain pours and blends into an inky darkness. A ray of light is the only thing that survives, and it shines for all its worth onto this egg. I just, one day, hope it cracks. Yet it stays stubborn to me. It hates me. It doesn't listen. It gives a blank stare. But I know better. It will one day crack. With every jagged line, life will be given. With every subtle breath, a shape will form. I wish that day will come."

VITAL NEWS (for those who came to my profile)
= My life is harsh, so don't expect a miracle!

All that I have to say.