A reason to live. A few of us reach a point in our lives when we want a reason to live, rather we need a reason to live.
The torture is insufferable.
Life is a whole glob of mess and disarray.
Everything just seems bitter.
You become bitter.
You want to be free like a bird released from a cage.
You want to be loved.
You want to sit alongside a rainbow, with colours filling you in.
You don’t want bitterness, regrets, broken love, hopelessness, rejection, depression and isolation to be a part of you.
You want happy songs and days of pure unlimited bliss.
You want emerald grass to tickle your feet and the wind to brush a stroke of relief against you.
And you still want a reason to live.