This is my first topic. Not a very good writer but i write because i love too. Since a breath of dream plant up from memory,i dream of concuring the world, taking every one's misery inside me. Never did i realise one day that fulfill dream can conquer me too. Today i am suck up in system of my own world. No Lincold no Gandhi never Mandella can surveve in todays world. Human we called today is more pitiful than those extint dinosaurs. Survival it is. yes i am surviving under my dream as a dream i cant wake anymore.