There comes a time where you suddenly realize it's all been nothing but a big mistake, and you've been going about doing everything all wrong. Harsh reality seeps in slowly but surely as time passes & pounces on you when you least expect it. The struggle - near fatal, leaves you gasping for air your lungs won't inhale. For a moment, your mind is in a daze, your vision covered with smog & your memory fails you. Questions rummage through your mind, "Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing here?" The answers start to fall in like soldiers called to attention, and all at once you wish you never woke up & stepped into a nightmare; the real one.

A single droplet of sweat trickles down the furrow of your forehead. Your arm feels as heavy as steel as you forlornly try to wipe the sweat away. You can but sit in the worn-out spot helplessly, the eyes of the walls practically digging into your very flesh. Screams and shouts go unheard as the echoes bounce of the walls.

There are no answers, there is no help. The only path to take is the very one lying in front of you. So you heave a big sigh and continue down the path of wrongness as you drag your heavy feet one in front of the other. The path is long and winding, there is no light at the end. Alone, despondent, sane.