The storm returns...
"Death. It is a concept that humans are not all willing to accept as a thing that occurs in our world. Our mortal world. A world that with so many beautiful things such as love, kindness, compassion, smiles, blue skies, a warm sun, and life could be brought down by just one simple concept - it will all end.
So it is, death is something that can be hard to deal with, for all people. I try to smile, I try to be happy and laugh, and go about my day without letting small things bother me...but the days grew longer and darker. I began to feel that there was nothing that I could do right, that nobody noticed anything that I did, that I was inferior. But I was mourning for somebody else...why did I start concerning myself with it? Am I that selfish? I do not want to push away my friends, my family, or my love.
Did I do something to deserve this? To have to come to a point in life where I feel death has tried to take away more than contracted. I just wish that there was something that I could tell myself to make it all better, you know? Something that I could do to dig myself out of this dark hole. I have a light above me, and I struggle to get to it - but it keeps getting farther and farther away whenever I try to hold onto it with my life - to cling to it. Confusion, desperation, and rage. It's all there, and I want to get rid of it, but I don't know how....how? Please!! Tell me how I can rid myself of this monstrosity inside me, that torments my every action! That destroys every good! Tell me, please!! I beg of you!"
"What can I tell you? You crave something that all people do. The gift of life."
