Meet me under this violent rain.
Young or old, in our lives, we are always yearning for something; we try to find that ecstatic release of emotions in the midst of it all, always seeking for God-knows-what. And yet we seldom understand what is right there in front of us... and often, we don't see it until it is too late. We are running towards a blinding dream; some hope or desire, but deeply we find ourselves confused, lost, guilty, regretful, and trying to make it, to go on or to stay.... it's the cycle of the human condition; the beautiful tragedy of human existence.
