The most of everyday is filled with tiredsome and frustration...

                                     could the very last part be happiness and hope* ?

I am exhausted already...and wonder how Pat can managed to survived in an environment like this. How long have I not seen the sense of harmony that I have onced enjoyed so much?

It's only a matter of time until I see this place, once which had so much harmony and love, to break up into pieces and pieces.

We are not your chests, but flesh with souls.

 We are not your assests, but lives.