that guy.

"Mirrors, mirrors, everywhere, staring at him, mocking him with their repetitive reflections of his sins. Every corner, every street, every person, every eye reminding him of who he is, what he has become. The fact that he has lost his way only strengthens his interaction with unknown faces scrutinizing his every move watching his potential noting the probability of him committing a crime. Should he give them a reason to judge, to assume, to be hypocritical in their own sea of guilt? Or should he prove to them that they're no better, they have no reason, no excuse. Everyone has the potential. Everyone has the same amount of probability, the same amount of motive, the same minds. Just one slip up, just one wrong move. Just one bad day. Are they really worth anything in his solipsistic state of mind? Or can he be rid of them with a blink of an eye. Should he care? Should he give? Should he love? Have they suffered the same amount of slings and arrows that he has been through? Or have they been through much worse? Time, time, time....only time will tell. Time to observe, time to learn, time to grow. Sadly, he does not have the power to willingly sit back and observe every single millisecond of their lives. All he has is his own life. Live it out, or waste it all. Should he become one with them, or can he prove himself bigger than that? Only time will tell....time, time, time...."