Prologue
I stand in the shower. Watching the drops of water flow down the shower wall. I stop every one of them. Till one escapes my grasp... Who would have thought that one little drop would be the one to make me fall? Who would have thought that one little drop would be the one to lead me to my demise? Ha, I guess I should start from the beginning. Then maybe my water drop metaphor will make more since huh? Maybe you will finely know, why I'm here, IN what I would prefer to call a prison for what they call insane.