sometimes it's supposed to hurt worse than love.
sometimes you are supposed to get lost.
sometimes it makes no sense.
it beats you down.
breaks you.
burns.
ow.
these are the things we give thanks for, the things we live for, the things that show us not what is real about the world, but what is real about ourselves.
in some time, the hard part is over.
then...
the sun can come out,
and we remain,
to play.