Im standing before a cliff, beneath lays black sorrow.

Within a leaps range there's a lit up future filled with happiness.

Behind me I have benumbed ground, withering flowers and dead trees, theres nothing left for me here.

I fear I might be the reason for this faith of mine, this desperate need of changing my destiny.

I'd like to convince myself that it's not my fault.

There's a high gravity pulling me down by the ankles.

Will my legs be strong enough to jump across the remorseless gap?

Is my backpack of guilt too heavy?

What happens if I don't make it?

I want to stand in the bright future and look back with a smile.

Im about to go through some big changes, will you join me on this hell of a rollercoaster ride?

If you do..

I know I will get us to the end station, even if there's some loops on the way.

Bear with me, please.