sometimes everything will not be ok.
sometimes you will want to die and you will want to kill.
sometimes you believe that you will never see the moonlight sparkle on the river again.
saying that not everything is perfect would be an understatment. How about that sometimes people die for no reason and some people die so quickly and sometimes you will never feel as loved as you had when someone that died was alive. Sometimes you cant save them. maybe you could have if you were there. maybe someone could have if they werent selfish, ignorant, heartless, souless creatures. And sometimes you wonder if you said thank you enough. for all that theyve done to you. and youll never have that again. and there will be moments where memories arent enough. not even close. not even a rope to grasp when you are drowning. because youll never have that love again. no matter what you do. Once in a while you will hear something that will chill your soul. that will burn you forver. Bells that mean a heart will never beat again. An exhale that will never be inhaled.Or a sick 90 year old women moaning for her first great grandson who she will outlive. How about a mother cry for her lost oldest son that died too young for no reason? can you imagine the pain?
how could you say that everything will be ok?
everything will not.
the only thing that can be said is that YOU will be ok. somehow. somehow when nothing is good and nothing is at peace and there are flames tearing up the world you must imagine yourself in a flameproof coat. however unconcious, however unrecogniseable, however broken. but alive. thats all. thats all you can be. When there is nothing else you will still be. Who else is going to tell the stories?