Sometimes, I look at other people's happiness and wonder if I could ever be happy.
I maybe fantasise about never being able to be happy, or maybe I really do believe so. I don't know... I have many dreams but I am not the dreamer, I am more of the realistic one, the one who is supposed to kill these dreams.

No saviour will ever come, although here again, it has been the fantasy of human kind for centuries. All I have to do is sit and wait. Wait for the end, when the mind is finally set free.