The rain falls heavy on the glass as Sam watches the trees sway with grace, like a dancer lost in their craft. Every time the weather changes to a controlled chaos that only mother nature seems to understand she can be found right here watching. There is something overpowering about this she can\'t help but fall for, the smell, the sounds and the cleansing of all tainted as if her soul was washed pure. Burden was running deep in her mind this night, that simplistic tragedy that was her heart. Broken by the world around her, hope had been lost for what felt like more than a lifetime. Knowing all of this was not true didn\'t change her pain. The most toxic of all poison\'s running in her veins were the memories holding her down in this ocean of misery. Even in those few moments she thought she could catch a breath the tide would only wash over to fill her lungs with the darkness that consumed the rest of her. The death of love was the beginning and end of this horrific masquerade she believed was her life. Hearing the cries echo off the fluorescent lit walls only brought joy never known before. The truest love of a lifetime was this little being in her arm\'s that cold winter day. Panic followed by silence that deafened the world around her. Blank was what happened after numb is all that was felt. The next memory was pink, the color of the smallest coffin Sam had ever laid eyes on. A bronze teddy bear marked the spot Sam\'s heart was put to rest. Sitting by the window watching the trees allowing these thoughts to take her down that road once again. Feeling the world fading as the cool wind blows against her numbing skin, the emptiness she knows coming to its end. Falling into love once more.