I think I understand the majority and the minority that suffer in the world. I know the ins-and-outs. The mountains and the steppes. I know all sorts of people who are old and young, rich and poor, tall and short. I can comfortably say that I understand most. The concepts that rule the world and with those residing in it. But, what I cannot understand is that, how the outside is most of the time really hot as fuck so I keep melting like I'm a fresh bowl of ice-cream.