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

Transcendence is the meaning of life, thereby giving purpose to my strife, right?

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…