Lately, a few events, moments that passed by my life has made me think about the wholeness of my life itself. Backtracked from the time when I acquired the ability to assimilate the events up to the last time I woke up feeling wretched and purposeless. As summer came to a close and the first rains from the heavens hit my numbing body, realization came upon me. To what others seems like an ordinary obstacle, to me it is a gargantuan burden... Reality hits me hard resulting into a frenzy of confusion. I'm an accident waiting to happen.