Sometimes you long for things you can't have.
Sometimes you don't want to do what you must do.
Sometimes you are full of feelings you don't understand and emotions you wish would go away.
Sometimes you just don't keep up with blogs, and emails, and pen pals, and such.
Sometimes you just want to bury yourself in the warm sand of a deserted island, or the cool snow of a far away mountain.
Other times, you roll over in bed, after sleeping in an hour. The morning sunshine kisses your face, and the sheets are soft and cool. You take a deep breath, and let bygones pass away like a bad dream. You are tired, and you feel weak inside. But it's morning.
You are ready to start fresh.
For his anger endureth but a moment; in his favour is life: weeping may endure for a night, but JOY COMETH IN THE MORNING.