A cloud swooped down and landed on my head. The cloud grew thick and dark. Visibility became non existent once the downpour began. All was cold and wet, every step I was alone.
I knew there were others out there... somewhere. I often cried out, "Hello?" I never heard a voice respond over the torrent rain. My vision was darkness, my thoughts were drowned, and misery was dumped upon on my shoulders.
Eating, sleeping, dreaming... all were impossible! Living was instinctual because survival was coded in the genes. Hope, is all we have to hold on to. Dreams, do not let them go. Tomorrow is another day, and we can be whole.
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Life - why is it so fickle? Someone always needs to lose. There is no utopia, only an ostrich society that keeps their heads in the sand. Time brings bitterness, and bitterness brings coldness and indifference. I say rebel against time, rebel again fickleness... don't become bitter. The wind changes, and so does life... from an idiom a friend of mine love to say, you got to "roll with the punches." "Don't let no one hold you down." I wish he was able to listen to his own words.
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