I love dalmations! I love cats! Its PURRRFECT!

Bring it all, let it fall.

Let my world come tumbling down.

Let the wind stop blowing, the body stop knowing,

how to breath.

Let my relationships shatter, does it matter now?

Let the world stop turning, let the mind stop yearning,

for life.

Let people hate and reject, dishonor, disrespect me.

Let life fully take me in its grasp, make me gasp,

for the air of fantasy.

Let promises be broken, and the token of love,

die.

Let me lie in misery for a while, senile, wicked and vile.

Bring the hardships on, for I have won!

I will conquer, defeat, challenges meet.

I will overcome, won't come undone,

at what the earth feeds me,

from its apple tree.

I will taste the sweet in this rotten treat.

What makes us living, is that we're giving,

into the good and hideousness of life.

I will face both, and use them for growth.

Life will not destroy me.

There is so much that goes on in this world. Have you ever noticed lol:) there is pain and there is suffering, and then there are happy moments and moments that sometimes you wonder how you ever live without them. There are the times when you feel you are all alone, and then the times when all you want to do is get away from every one and every thing. Sometimes you crave attention and sometime you despise it. There are times when the world couldn't seem more cruel and times when it seems you have reached heaven on earth. Stressful and relaxing, passionate and apathetic.  But it is this mix of emotions and situations that make the world what it is. Ever notice how after a time of despair the good that comes right after in your life is so much better than before. You're more thankful for it. But after a while you get apathetic about the good, but because earth is earth you will always have the bad to come back and remind you just how thankful we should be in the good times, and to live in them as fully as we can.

It was in that moment that she felt like throwing that dainty little glass with all the pretty little cherries on it to the tile, and watch it shatter into glorious pieces on the ground. Each small broken cherry would be a piece of her life as it would lay there, so tiny no one would even be able to see them. Instead, she finished drying the glass and calmly set it back on the shelf with the rest she had just finished washing. Taking a deep breath she went on with the day, as she did every day, with the strength that only a woman could have.