1 Prologue

Ourselves right now was the product of yesterday. Today is going to be the product of tomorrow. And tomorrow...

No one knows what will happen tomorrow. No one knows what will happen the next few days unless you can see the future. But even though you're not a seer or a fortune teller, you can still predict the future by controlling your present. Everything depends on present and it's up to you how you'll handle it.

I flew away to catch my dreams using my shining and shimmering wings. But when I'm about to touched and hold it, my wing suddenly broke and fell apart. I slowly fall while aiming to grip my dream. I violently crushed to the ground while miserably overlooking to it.

I thought the torment is over. Not achieving my dreams is like a suicide. It's like killing myself in brutal way. But there's more vicious than it, being agonize by everyone.

The moment I fell, I loose my grip to the future and past is slowly coming to me. I can't even afford to look at it because of it's closeness. It's hunting me, killing me.

What am I going to do? Where am I suppose to go if everything is coming to me? In a blink of an eye they're here but in another blink they're so far away but when you blink for the third time, they're right in front of you.

Am I trapped in the present? I don't want to face the past anymore cause I'm tired and I want to go to the future but I can't... I'm afraid of everything, afraid of what might happen because of sudden change of fate...

I'm stock in the middle of everything...