tempers ran high , things and feeling of comfort were lost...
I hope it rains tommorow because maybe when the wheather clears up
maybe all of these bad things will too....
Why don't you realize how seperate something is until you look at it as a whole?
How come you don't realize how important something is until you lose it?
Or how dark a place is until you turn the lights on?
How empty a space was until you fill it, or even how hurt you are until you start to heal?
just a few questions on my mind.....
