It was just one of those times, ya know? The kind of morning where you take the caffeine pills and the Alka-Seltzer and the Pepto-Bismol cuz you couldn't get the sleep out of your head and your stomach hurts and all you can think about is ulcers, ya know? And so you end up walking just like you always do when the sun just starts to spread across the sky and you tied your shoes and tucked the laces but they still seem way to big on your feet. And while youre walking it starts to rain a little and that music keeps playin in your head and ya just can't help but grind your teeth a little, ya know? And the road looks a little old like maybe you've walked it a couple dozen times and you can still taste your early breakfast of stale thoughts and faded memories and hot coffee. And the sound of the rain thudding on the concrete kinda grates away at your nerves and it somehow reminds you of that thing you used to own until you held it too tight and it broke like an eggshell and its a damn shame how things turn out, ya know? And sometimes you can still feel that stuff like an imaginary flashback right behind your bloodshot eyes and your thoughts keep coming back to things that dont really exist. It seems like you've been walking forever and things are moving just a little too fast for your taste but you don't slow down cuz you can kinda see something way off in the distance, ya know? And you're not sure what it is but that just makes it even curiouser and the music is a little louder and your mouth aches from the friction but you dont let that stop you. Cuz even though it hurts its not so bad cuz there is a little joy in the pain though most of it is mystery and not any real fact and that thing in the distance looks more familiar the farther you go, like when you look into someone's eyes and you start to see what's really there ya know? Sometimes you can see those little specks of black in all that color and it kinda seems like a daguerreotype thats a little too big and you have to be real far away to even understand what you're looking at. Sometimes you don't even know that your lips are moving because you can't hear the sounds and the winds howls like all the world's pity and bitter animosity all boiled into one shivering dog, and it makes you think of yourself braying like livestock trying not to fall down in the cold, and at some point you realize there's nothing left to do but die, and even that is tedious and meaningless when the only thing you have to hold onto is your own humility and pride, and occasionally you see the real purpose of life is to just keep walking towards that dark spot on the horizon, ya know?