You always hear it, of the Cut.
The one that goes too deep.
The one that makes the crimson flow strong, and the pulse weak.
The one that breaks a sibling's heart, and causes tears to fall from a parent's eye.
The one that makes the whole world stop.
The Cut is irreversible. The Cut is final.
And things shouldn't be final.
That's the whole point of living, isn't it?
To write your own destiny, to make things better than they once were.
A moment's sadness may not compare to the lifetime of joy that could be on the horizon.
Yet, it's hard to see when the fog is thick and the sky is bleak.
Just remember the sun is there, waiting for you to feel it.