Looking through a mirror of pain. Searching behind a window with hopeless eyes. All that is seen isn't what has been seen. All that is known has been a lie. Is there a right direction? Is there a point past no end? Life is about seconds. Tiny inconsequential seconds. Ironic isn't it? Sometimes the things held the closest to us are the least important. Imagine the desert.. suffocating life as the sun rises, while at the same time showing if only for some time a glimpse of peace, a glimpse of sky. That is how people are. Impossible to like. But hard not to love. There really are no answers.. just time that keeps the clock ticking.