Some roads have ended. Some storms have died out. Some faces have faded. Now you're wondering which way to choose from the millions of crossroads in your mind. And you won't ever find a way out of them because this is the middle of nowhere. You're standing alone in the middle of nowhere with nothing but a feeble and precariously perched shelter on top of your head. You're standing alone in the middle of nowhere with the rain beating down on your face. But you like the rain, you like the shelter, you like nowhere and you like ambiguity. There's a beauty to it and you take that beauty and accept it because ambiguity is life itself.