Sad Man

At night, I look up and stare at the ceiling hoping that the next day will  come. In the morning, I stare at the whiteboard and hope for the next night to come. it is a relentless cycle that goes around like clockwork and someday, if that day ever comes, to clamber out of this cavernous rut and finally appreciate every day like my last.

Being alive means not only to bleed or to have a pulse, But also to laugh, and to cry, and to love. Anything can bleed but to have emotion is how we truly are alive and human.