Lady with a Parasol.

I lay out in the green tonight, subconsciously wishing wishing to see a shooting star. But the moon has passed over, it's 1am and what's left of the sky is the moonlight (no more moon), and little twinkles that stud the sad sad wispy clouds that are illuminated in the wake of moonlight.

I
Must
Remember
At all times.
That I
Will get through this anyway.
So on the basis of a prospective
Short
Term
Envision.

I know
That I
Am
Strong.

Enough.

All it takes is one moment really.
And in that moment, you will know how much crap you have endured to become what you are and who you will be.