His fragile mind was entwined in turmoil, thus, resulting in a migraine. His emotions weren't in the best of condition. He always wished his life would be as that of a utopia, but will it ever be granted? He can only question the unfamiliar emotions roaming about in his heart as he goes about his everyday life. Patience was the key to all answers he'd believe, but he's been waiting for some time now and the patience has run out. He dropped to his bare knees as he burried his face behind cold hands and wondered if anyone will ever feel his sorrow. He always hoped there'd never be a tomorrow. Every night he'd lay between the sheets as he day-dreams of heaven; but all he sees before his terrified eyes is a raging fire waiting for his soul to escape his flesh. Will he hold on or let himself go as if he's a waste of space on this mother Earth?

Sensai Flo.