This is not going to be my weekend. Not by a long way.
Such sadness in life; sometimes it hurts just to be alive. It is a relief to watch and listen to others, who have been there, too, and found the strength, integrity or whatever to take the pain and turn it into something beautiful.
Black village of gravestones.
Skull of an idiot.
Whose dreams die back
Where they have been born.
[...]
Life tries.
Death tries.
The stone tries.
Only the rain never tires.
(Ted Hughes, Heptonstall)
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