When words fail, what is left to say? When the light fades, what is left to see? When the music ends, what harmony is left to hear?

              Is there a map when you are lost inside of your own head? Would anyone know a way out? Is there anyone out there that knows you as well as you know yourself? What happens when you want to live in your dreams rather than face reality?

         "I now know how dreams die, how spirits come to be shattered. Ambition and energy are wasted on the mundane just to survive, while the soul withers inside."