The saddest song,
comes from a broken heart.
A dream unseen, undone in parts.
But we have it, to hope again.
Travel your road diligently, my friend.
Where once was a snowy path,
there are blooms aplenty, roses to last.
A different game, the shadows play.
A different wind does sway.
But the traveler, the same.
And we have it, to hope, to gain.
It’s not the end, it’s not the end.
When you’re sick or upset, you want your surroundings to match your mood.
Right now I feel like giving the sun the finger. I want it to rain and thunderstorm.
Looks like there might be a slight chance.
It’s the first time I’ve ever mourned for a TV character.
Behold the power of the television. It can affect your brain long after you’ve hit the power button.
Do yourself a favor and don’t ever watch the last episode of your favorite show when you’re home alone and no one is there to cheer you up.
It’s just sad.
I felt something similar after the last scene of Brokeback Mountain.