floating along fragile in your pain. at times like these, you have to force yourself to hope and to push through. start with your breath. in and out, in and out, until it is smooth and full, rather than broken with the catch in your throat from the threatening cry. keep at that, smooth and full, smooth and full, smooth and full until you can open your eyes and start noticing beauty, maybe, at first, in the tiniest of things. a drop of dew on the grass, the feel of breeze on your skin, laughter of a child, a bud of a flower, birds in flight. keep at it. no 