It's been a long time old friend. Many moons have passed, many seasons come and gone since you last sat heavy in my chest. Sorrow. "Why do you visit now?" I inquire knowing full well the answer. The cycle. The healing, the good; all things have another before. To heal you must be broken. To receive good you must first know misfortune. There is never too much of one without the other. All things in equal trade. It is the cycle that keeps balance. Sorrow, stay then. Work your woes, but in short time I will wring good fortune from your neck and you will expire from my chest. A harsh world did not breed a harsh man without reason; to be strong and resilient. I begin my work to endure. -Vincent Valentine Let me know if you like it! I have tons of writings, poetry and philosophy that I write. Maybe if it goes well I might post more.