We do hope for a better future but the world seems to be alone.I am just an observer and I am trying to help other people while I cant help my self.My heart is drowning in my world without end.Who am I?A traveller or a unhopless dreamer?I cant stop dreming but i keep living in this empty room.I am getting to used to live without think myself.I am not suffering  but I am still waiting.I am waiting my dreams without think what can makes me happy.Now everything collapses and everyone forgets  their dreams and they do hope.Maybe they still do...