Welcoming The End.

Rain.

Rain. It never falls upwards.
Maybe in the same way, not everything goes right.

Every new day shows you a new day of light, but at the same time, brings you one day closer to your end. Mine, being closer than any of those reading this, maybe. We never know.
Not every tree lives forever to have children run around it, making merry every day. Neither shall every lake have some creature to drink water from it all the time.

Some of us are like lakes, and puddles. Giving away a little of us, knowing That it shall dry our own self up, someday. But we don't care, because we don't expect when we give.

"My David, don't you worry,
this cold world is not for you.
So rest your head upon me,
I have the strength to carry you."

In this war we fight everyday, against ourselves. Against the will to die, or to survive, we lose a little part of ourselves. A part of us, which we have never seen.
A person who lies within us, who has never seen itself in the mirror.
One, beautiful enough to reflect from the eyes,
But another One.
Dark enough to penetrate the eyes, and scar the brain and the heart.

In the long run, all of us have set out to find our real selves, which not all of us are able to do.
In the rush to make ourselves better, we carry a little part of each other within us, and we never realise that.

"Follow me down, to the valley below,
You know,
Moonlight is bleeding, from out of your soul."

Things. They don't always go right.

Rain. It never falls upwards.