Sometimes I sit and wonder, more often that you'd think, if the reason for my ruin is a ranom missing link. Are the pieces all together, or are they scattered like the stars? Is the picture still intact or has it shattered like a jar? Are the answers buried deep or right beneath the surface? Is this journey pointless or does it have a purpose? Is the foundation of my life built upon a base of lies? What happens when you lose all hope and the soul inside you dies? What happens when despite all efforts, you dont move an inch. And no matter how hard you try you never leave the bench? When you're always getting blamed for things you cant control? When you can't get back the childhood that other people stole...