They say that good things come in threes, well bad things come in thirties. I'm a glass half whatever the fuck floats your boat type of person, but hell the truth is, it's half empty three quarters of the time. I'm not a pessimist or a cynic.. I'm a realist. Sometimes. The problems of the world? Too many people in cells (not just the ones in prisons), too many politicians bitching about each other, not enough money growing on trees, too much love, not enough true love and too many people that think they know everything. Irony.

World is made up of real things, natural or man fabricated. World tried his best, but nothing is really real anymore. Every dance routine is coreographed, every photo edited, every girl made up and every boy has a well crafted script that he practices every night. You see the truth in this, it scares you and the fear is radiating off in all directions.

Imagine if you had the ability to fix this unrealistic reality? would you...