To watch everything, doesn’t require lights. There are times when something must emerge from the shadows. Lost in the snowy, lifeless forest, there was once a path. Split into innumerable fragments and abandoned in the night; yes, that hurts. Such twisted mental anguish can't be shared with anyone; I understand the agony of such wounded emotions. However, indeed the Sun, however dim, will rise again? Isn't it true that the Sun's shine illuminates my path? Why isn't it thawing out all the frozen corpses if the Sun is so warm? Does it not bring a smile to your face to see the skeletons of once-living trees reborn in a riot of hypnotic? Shouldn't we expect the birds to sing again? Oh, they will do that, for sure!!!