Living Is Suffering; Failure Is Company

Oh how young and vital our lives can be when our souls are hanging by the edge of a rope. No more sun or sky. No more air to breathe. A lifeless existence not own by you anymore. "Behold children are the gift of the LORD." The vessel of this river stretches on for miles, water flows but never empty. A flower grows only to eventually die, or to be individually plucked by another form of species on this Earth. Oh God, quench my thirst.