Time has come to a stand still. Surreal myst surrounds me as I gaze into my own uncertain future. I wonder, where does love go when it isn't? Is there a dark hole it falls into when we are not looking? Is it possible to see it if we stand on the other side? Would it come out feeling the same, or be broken into a million ionic fragments? Time is naught for me, swirling moments of before are all around. Image and text created by Susan Isabella Sheehan “Art Is The Perception Of An Altered Reality©” Copyright 2008 Surreal Digital Artist™ I invite you to visit surrealdigitalartist.com.