Life is hard. It's unknown. Every day you step forward on that path to death. Its looming over your shoulder every day. But what is death? What is life? It's so hard to know anything, about anyone. To be able to trust anything or a fact when it's been told. Our lives are spent withering away while we just stand there, unable to take control. You blink once and it has already moved on, dragging you with it, whether you like it or not.



















