Its one of those nights… *sigh* … the ones where you find yourself lying in bed realizing that sleep is nowhere in the foreseeable future… where your soul is longing for something you can’t define or describe. Your heart is stabbed by a deep hunger, a picture of the way things should be… with you, with the world, with your life. The picture is just a flash, but its beauty is enough to send you to your laptop to start typing. That’s why it hurts, because you know that it is just a flash… here, then gone, like dreaming you met the girl of your dreams and waking up to a vacant house. The image is not what is so suddenly painful: indeed, nothing in life is more beautiful, but rather the fact that its temporary, and it arouses desires within you that you can do nothing to satiate.