Concealed

a broken clock on the sidewalk. the shattered glass reflects the sunlight as best it still can. still hands create still time. is anything moving? broken friendships create pain within. it isn't what i or any of us wanted. but do we even know what we do want? how sure can we be that this isn't what we wanted? we go by our feelings. pain, happiness, fear, love. its what we all feel. its what we all make our decisions by. can they be trusted? can we entrust our lives within how they make us feel?