There's this bitter cynic in my head who says we live only on hope that this life isn't the nightmare we strongly suspect it is. And what if we should discover in the midst of chasing fate the cruel taste of the purely accidental casting twisted shadows across our face? Or consider the number of children crushed by vending machines each year. Go on and give it all the meaning your
imagination can muster. But then why do I feel so torn between lost and finding something? Who knows what they died like or how the breeze of their last breaths still ripple butterfly effects through your chest. It's a terrible sacrifice, most of us, but you'll need it to know you could be the lucky one who finds your way out of this tragedy with peace like a smile in your eyes.
⁃ Peace & Death