Sometimes my feelings are so easily articulated it is like they want to be given a tragic poetry form. This one is so perfect that I don't want to share it. But if this is all I'll tell people, then here it is.

It's like I was soaring, flying in the blue above. I hit a brick wall up there, and stopped faster than fast. Now I'm here on the ground, broken, and wondering, "Who put that brick wall up there," when I should be wondering, "Why was I even flying?"