In the thick of it all, I've lost everything that mattered to me. There is a storm that some know of and they see the weather in my eyes. It is these lines that say where the story should have began, where it should have been in the intersection of running themes, where it should have overcome every obstacle, and where it should have ended, and then humbly states where it has and where it will. The truth is what last leaves the mouth. It opens up the curtains and blinds the one who wanted to know the secret, the only secret being that blinding pain and nothing else, just an abrupt end to the dreaming.