He stares and smiles at a lifeless body, he throws a rock in the ocean and realizes one thing: "I am lost in this world, just like this rock is lost in the ocean."

He misbehaves to express himself but none understands him. He's young but mean, he's creative but special, he want to be happy but dysfunctional. His writing creates deep questions that only the world want to dissolve into a big story that tells it all.

He was made to suffer, to cry on his bed. He was sad from day one and loosing his family is a gong. He's sad, he's troubled, he's dysfunctional.