Sometimes in life, there's these small moments. Not long, but they're really incredible moments. Pure happiness. You're just so carefree you feel like you can fly up into the clouds and never come back down again.
I get those moments when I'm normally alone. In the car, windows down, radio up as loud as it'll go, not really giving a shit who hears your playlist because you're going 70 mph and who the hell cares what you're listening to because life is so great and the wind is blowing through your hair and you're smiling, actually smiling to yourself because you've never felt so happy and you'd give anything to feel like this all the time.
But then you get home or to whatever destination you're going to and it ends and crumples away like a piece of trash on the side of a busy road and you're back to how you were before.
And that, my friends, is life. Or, it used to be. Because, well, everything went to shit in our world.