and then there are days that just rip your heart out. days that rain fire and brim stone the likes of which all men cower from. those are the days when we lose a love, when we stumble and falling, crumble into the ground we came from. days like this are far and in between but they happen. and for some they happen sometimes too much.
When it all ends does everything just go black? Like the end of a movie in a theatre. Does everyone get up to leave. All your friends and relatives and teachers and lovers shuffling to the only light, that of the exit sign, the last glowing ember in the dying theatre. The movie has been seen. Life has been lived. The moviegoers have cried and laughed and raged. They have said there goodbyes and rolled up the last of the film. And is that when it ends?