Who among us has not felt that very special sting of heartbreak? When the heartbeats fall a little out of time and you forget why you want to do the things you used to want to do? Who among us has never been reduced to mere vapors, a wretch grasping in the dark for anything to touch?
The heart betrayed may then beguile itself with thoughts of vengeance. Who can deny the power of hatred? It has sustained many. Hatred is goal-orientated. Loveless and dead you awaken with a plan.
How do you jump free of this entanglement? Lie down and lay down your torments. Rest awhile and gaze at the stars. Stay the night. In the morning, seek out the sun. You must find the sun and scream at it. You will ask the sun “why.”