fantasy seems to transcend into my reality. is the next person beside me going to snort out flames? am i going to grow wings? why do i feel so tired all the time? everyone has a purpose in life. Zack wanted to discover about the mysteries of Life. Tifa wanted to enjoy the moments of silence and help others. I.. i don't know what i should do, can do or would do. I have no dreams, no desires. Sometimes, i take a ride out of Wally Ville just to be alone. solitude or loneliness. it always bugs me. I must have a purpose right?