5 o’clock came and past n the boy sat in wait and wondered why he let himself be toyed by such a demon. As his pain tripled so did hate for her. All the boy wants is answers but threes no point because talking to her, is like talking to a wall it’s there....and yet its not.

To the right is a new love.....one of beauty and understanding.....one of such great promise. As he gets closer towards this new beauty he realizes how far away he really is and how he’ll never catch it. Yet again the boy is forced to play referee in a game of love for the girl.

Meanwhile his reality falls apart as he carries stress that would rival that of the great titan atlas. The boy wonders if anything will ever work again.....if the sun will rise in the sky of his dark and dreary world. He prays but cupid never comes. The boy constantly watches others as opportunities pass him by as he still wonders why and is lead blindly down this road his chosen in his life. He still marches on to this day into the unknown just like Epimetheus is lead blindly into his fate....and so shall the boy remain until he will change......if he will change.