There will be nights where every light is out and every door is shut and locked and not a soul dare cast his eyes into the darkness in which to find you.
And there will be days where the sun shines bright and warm. Every bird will sing, and every blossom will produce the sweetest of smells released into the coolest of breezes.
And then there will be your suffering. For you will never see the transition between the two. For you, the sun will not rise nor will it set. It will simply be there until it isn’t.