Too much goddamn water. It's all over the place, in the verge to spill.
In the tide of the past, there was a point when everything was beautiful and the world was this big, unkown place waiting to be explored.
Everything had a little bit of heaven in it, everything was fresh, bright sunsets and colourful flowers,
but then something changed and everywhere I looked there was evil waiting around the corner.
Maybe it was me after all, the water spilling over my obsolet world.