Is it normal
To be terrified of the future, the soon-to-be
         The dreams and hopes that raise you up and give you wings
                            And carry you up into the sky, into a beautiful, wondrous flight?

Is it normal
To be scared of what the words mean, of their power
         Of the could-be's, the maybe's, the feelings that cut...

It wasn't the brightest of days, to say the least. Mud-soaked grounds covered the soil surrounding our tiny little home while the constant "plack, plack" of heavy rain rattled in my brain. I lay in my bed, trying to focus and to find some peace in the chaos, when a loud sound slapped me in the face.

Cshuck.

I jumped up, listening hard. 

Cschuck.

It was so familiar, and came from a place of deep sadness and regret. Dang it,...