When everything feels like a piece of crap, you crept inside your body trying to find the source of all the destruction, seeking for the responses to the unanswered questions or thoughts.
Invisible...
"I am a poor way fair and stranger a traveling through this life of woe. but there's no sickness toil or danger in that bright land to which i go."
this is a line from a song that inspired me. this is really a nice song. a very good one. I can feel it.