Rainbows

"Like your rainbow?"

"No... Not a rainbow. Definitely not a rainbow. More like the one specific cloud in a sky full of sunshine. The one cloud that slowly turns to gray and becomes larger and larger, gaining more power and momentum with each action and reaction expended by the whole of the universe. Every breath taken by me seems to be consumed by the power of this cloud. The rainstorm comes with fierce determination, dangerous lightening and body trembling thunder.
It lasts all day and night.
Afterwards, the air is more electric. Colors are brighter. Emotions are high. Life is just more gorgeous.
Sure there is a rainbow. But rainbows are just decorations. That's not you - you are my cloud."

These tears are not going to fall

It is not that I want to pretend to be strong. I just do not want to make myself feel weak.
I fucked up, yet again, but I will rebound with a greater sense of purpose and determination.
I will remain in control of this situation.
It has not even been twelve hours and I am still swallowing over the lump in my throat and blinking back tears.
I asked for it when I made the choices I did, and yet, there was one aspect I never anticipated... This is my karma.

Things could always be worse....

Imagine being awoke by your buzzing doorbell at 11:00pm on a night you should be concerned with getting enough rest for a double shift in the morning making egg sandwiches followed by flipping burgers for a less than appreciative lunch crowd.
Your attitude is going to border on annoyed as you stumble to answer the door.
That quickly changes when you see three police officers standing on your front step looking solemn and something else... which you cannot place until later... (Sympathy)...
The emotions running through your whole body and the foreboding sense of despair only seem to increase as your imagination begins to anticipate what this situation means....