Every ending is a disguised beginning. Might be trite, yet where would we be without the truism?

Transcendence is the meaning of life, thereby giving purpose to the strife…

But, it sucks in the dark, feeling stuck, searching for a life-line thrown from above to pull me out of the grave my brain has dug, waiting to warm my lips with a true-light’s kiss, hoping my heart will catch beat again in this life by something…

A line!!! I found it! This morning my brain yelled, and yet stayed paralyzed still.

Birds start bouncing upon my window, teasing me to get out, tapping a message, “You can do it, you’re not all alone! You carry friends to sing with you in your car. The season’s changing, sun’s a-peeking, treebuds blooming, this is what you are seeking. Join us and you’ll see that sometimes the world can be sweet.”

I start my engine igniting IN THE END…