He walks through life wearing an armor made of glass and the melancholy feeling of coexisting with a heavy burden on his shoulders. Through it, his thoughts tend to showcase the unnerving future, he is very much afraid to join. Not concerning the non-emotional and quite often bigotry expressed through fear by a man-child, but his own worry within himself. By his own account, the armor manages to showcases images of himself standing still as the sky appears to fall. He is looking from the outside in proving one will never understand how chaotic his dreams have become while not finding the proper words to describe what others may see when standing on the inside looking out. Through, it may appear as he is drowning in his own thoughts, the urge