Murder of Crows

Everything is so fragile...
There’s so much conflict, so much pain…
You keep waiting for the dust to settle and then you realize this is it: the dust of your life going on.
If happy comes along, that weird, unbearable delight that’s actual happy…
I think you have to grab it while you can.
You take what you can get.
Cause it’s here, and then…
gone.