Life's Little Lamentation

Reddened eyes, they bursting against the flaming veins rode on the chivalry of reddish liquid straining upon the chords of visibility. Reddened eyes, they flourishing with agonies and heaps of boundaries rode on the chivalry of reddish liquid perceiving of darkness and of light. Reddened eyes, they damn near the conclusion of the conclaves rode on the chivalry of reddish liquid staring at impending imperviousness of lips. Reddened eyes, they scowling upon the faces of falcons rode on the chivalry of reddish liquid impinging on immortality.

It is utterly disturbing how strange this world can be. Just a few days ago I celebrated a dear friend's birthday. With her of course. We sort of gathered and thought of giving her a surprise but it turned out the wind was against us. Nevertheless it was a happy night, and she told us she was extremely surprised! On that particular night, as I was sitting on the makeshift couch, I told myself nothing mattered; the time, sacrifices, money- nothing in this strange world could take that special moment away from all of us. As I saw her face basked in the light that shone forth from the candles, I knew that was almost her happiest moment. I couldn't bring myself to believe I was tired and discouraged. Then just a few days later I met up with another dear friend of mine, and you wouldn't even believe how much problems she's facing. Trust me, you wouldn't even want to know. Not that I'm telling you this to make you feel as though no one has no problems, but for the fac