It’s like the weather.

The cold, hard whirlwind shards of death’s rainstorm.

The warm, fuzzy, elated blankets of love’s sunshine.

Those eerie branch-breaking bellows of people’s words.

Those illuminating light-bending rainbows of people’s words.

The prickling high-strung icicles of love’s avalanche.

The soft, slow wisdom-whispering winds of death’s fields.

These joys and pleasures…

These heart-aching pains…

These truths of living to truly live…



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