At the initial stage of mopping the runway, one must keep your fragile and distorted emotions to yourselves? What if the frisson of malicious land ate you? What if the chopping pieces of papers flied away? What if the colossal bricks of curse diminished your well painted charisma? Should we stop being who we are? Expression must be sane enough to find the answer. One must try. Do not ask someone else. Ask yourself; because you are the DREAMER, you are the DREAM! Inhale!