It seems I have come far.And my words begin to stumble.I have went very far. And my world begins to once again crumbleIt seems that in a short matter of time.I'll change color,or even decline to shine. I have to move...

It's in our instincts to run away.Before things get bad all the way.Sometimes,when you have a problem,you fight it at last. You ignore all of it,untill it's finally time to fight it.And you certainly don't have a blast.Like a problem...