Lightless Tunles.

Thrashing waves and rolling hills.
Winding tunles with no light at the end.
Its a theory that things happen for a reason. But do they have to happen so fast.
So sudden.
So horendously vital.

Of course.

We gripe and complain that everyday of life isn't the "blessing" we know it to be.
But the days that they do. That start off like breathing in hot sand. That so suddenly turn into melting sunshine, you'd think the continents driffted into the heavens at a moments glance.
The days.
That end.
In Bliss.