A circle of friends, doesn't always keep perfect relationships.

Some people are severely lonely, all they can do is accept the single life as an example of being free and happy.

We hide our demons so good, that the angels we show, bare the shame on their faces.

Sometimes we are that fly in the house, that thinks it sees an open window. So it crawls to, or flies head-on into clear glass. At times getting stuck between the storm and pane, it dies in the windowsill under a tormenting, hot sun.

The fears we keep alive, will be a recurring haunt until it dies, or we do.