Yeah, it's one of those times again. You know...when things aren't going right. Plans fall through, expectations aren't met, your mate leaves you standing alone at the altar.

We all have them. Some of us deal with it by smiling and laughing, then crying alone later. Some of us scream and yell, then cry alone later. Some of us cry, then smile and feel comfort later. Some of us leave the car running in the garage.

Whichever path you choose just remember that in the end there will be light...no matter which plan you've chosen.

Feel that?

The squishy crawly things running between your toes.
See that?
The bodies lying dead one by one in massive rows.
Hear that?
The scream of an animal being pierced with arrows.

Feel that?

The bee sting from a nearby nest.
See that?
The beggar being poked at and made fun of in jest.
Hear that?
The tightening of the prisoner's straps as he's quickly put to rest.

Feel that?

The ray of sunshine warming your arm.
See that?
The awkward colt just born on a farm.
Hear that?
The storm above that will do you no harm.

We live. We lose. We lust. We linger. We leave. We lash. We love.
We die, but with hope and happiness and children.