I wasn't always this way, my heart a multicolored remembrance of true pain and sorrow, a scarred heart of black and blue, the love and happiness held and shared just long enough to regard it as a need disappeared as if it never existed.

I now believe love and happiness to be nothing more than a a mirage, or possibly a tool a lesson or warning.

Making you aware when the polar opposite is nearing, when pain, horror, sadness, emptiness, or loss is around the corner.

I presume trying to recognize one without first knowing the other would be difficult, knowing one extreme gives a kind of understanding of the other I think.

Love and happiness come and go, small lightning strikes in the cloudy sky that is my life. Never sticking around long enough to leave a trace it ever existed.

Horror, pain, suffering, loss,...