He's always known, there was something more.. There's this hunger in his belly, like an instinct it tells him that there's somethimg more.. This living shouldn't be called living cause it's really only half a life... He's a bush that grows despite cement holes.. And he will survive... In conversations he looks for cracks, to dig his roots deep in... He says, 'I'm content here too grow, despite the steel frost that consumes everyone...