Her eyes, brimmed with salty liquid, outlined with red. An irritated red, from her burning tears. These tears carry out her frustration and sadness. Sadness from a sickening realization of the world around her. Or is it a realization? Is it really a revelation? Or is it just another blind turn? Is it just another path that will just contradict what she has thought to know before. She must push herself to see that there is no knowing. There is no final equation that explains elements of life around you. Many will say differently. But She has to finally see that there is no hope for really knowing what is around her. There is no knowing of what society and life really is. There is no definition. No final solution, to a comfortable explanation within an equation.

So, She needs to dry her salty, burning eyes lift her head and walk along those black paths that have no direction.