it's cold here; you must go

The truest of my thoughts rain down upon this page like tears upon my cheeks when I fall upon the realization that life is not a piece of cherry pie. I cannot carve it as I wish. I can not enjoy some now, and save a little for later. It is not up to me to make these decisions. I fling my body like a leaf into the winds of fate and mercy hoping that I will be carried to some beautiful and distant island. There I will live alone in the wilderness, sleeping beneath the stars, dancing amongst the wolves. As I run with my pack, I will let out a howl - with the hope that it shall reach your deafened ears.