thoughts i'll regret in the morning

Sometimes it feels like reality is hanging by a thin thread. That anytime, just round the corner, something disasterous would happen, shattering the sense of safety that allows us to keep on from day to day, and in a single fatal moment, everything would have changed forever.

I cannot shake off the thought that life is unfair. I want to stand in the field, shaking my fist at the sky like a child, and rage silently: it isn't fair! Not fair! And point my finger at my smug righteous friends, and let my angry thoughts run free.