My precious fairytale

I must have seen “The Crow” some 20 times by now-even more perhaps, but I’m still not tired of it. It brings back so many memories…and even the not so good ones are a welcome distraction from the imbecility of working hours.

"It can't rain all the time", the Crow said.  

I'm trying to recall the last time I was happy just to be alive-and I can't. It shouldn't be that way, it isn't right to be that way.