My sad inevitablility-

Through the reflection of aviator sunglasses lies a world rippling with change, physics sliding around the edge like liquid, life erratic, structure unsound. You are a reflection, a glimmer in a pool, a diffusion in murky water. You are to me a reflection of myself, and I present to you a mirror; for as the light bends around these swells, it always leads back, in a path long and winding, to you.