Imagine a world in which you are silenced. Your comrades are oppressed. However, for self-preservation you take the cowardly action of keeping mum. You want to reach out, let someone rescue you from this turmoil, but you don’t. They may be the ones who kill you instead or perhaps, you do not see any possible way out.
This is my reality. I hate my reality. And this is partly why I have built a world for myself; a place where I am safe; the world in which I am the king and god.

Ask me nothing and I shall not mislead. I know that not many can handle truths. Read posts from the past and it will never add up to a solid conclusion. My words harbour many meanings, many twists and misleading analogies. Maybe one day… or maybe NOT…
- Logen