Headlines in the newspapers of people killing with no motive. People taking the lives of someone's children. Someone's reason for breathing. Someone's world. But after we're done reading, we move on. We laugh at the comics on the next page, then throw the paper in the trash. But someone's still out there trying to pick up the broken pieces of the life a stranger shattered. Even though the paper's in the trash, life goes on. Pain and darkness will still be forever present in this world we call home.