And then you wonder if this is the end to a story, or the new beginnings of a tale.
The cat caught the mouse, and the birds flew south, and every silver lining shone.
But where was the hunter and the wolf?
Or the dry trees and the fire?
Everything becomes broken because nobody can hold on to a promise long enough,
Because friends are meant to become enemies,
And because lovers never seem to last.
Yet we hold on to these senile relationships, mistake lust for love, and purposely end bonds.
We take who we want and push away who we need.

*Sweet becomes sour when all you have left is yourself.