And in the death of dreams who are we? Where do we run when our minds are empty or broken? What keeps your skull form the blissful thoughts of slamming into brick walls?
When the algebra of reality is expressed real unto you, how do you retaliate and protect yourself?
Forever Questions sink into the cracks of  fortitude and erode .

The long hours of insomnia and the emptiness of the lost. The heavy pain of ever moving. The mind that cannot hold time . The ever tired and half hopeless .

Contentment in the web of our perceived reality.
But the irritant of a false perfection will Drive us mad in the end.