sometimes, you try so hard, you pray so hard, you search so hard, but you still cant find it, you still cant get what you want. you lose hope, you lose faith, ahh well, you shrug your shoulders, heave a huge sigh and trudge out of the room.

but wait a minute! just when you're walking towards the door, there it is, right in front of you!

whoo! a nice warm glass of milk right on the table, waiting for you. you start walking towards that welcoming sight, a huge smile glowing brighter on your face, with each light and bouncy step you take. you reach over to grab the glass, preparing to immerse yourself in the relishing taste.

just when your hand reaches out, AHHHH you knock the glass over and everything spills.

damn damn damn. you start to frantic, you grab a cloth nearby to clean the table, clean the floor. you try to pick up the remaining pieces. but it's of no use. no matter how hard you try to salvage the situation, no matter how much effort you put in, the milk thinks you dont want to drink it, he thinks you knocked him over because you didnt feel like drinking him. though you so badly wanted to drink it, to enjoy every drop of it in your mouth. no matter how hard you try to convince yourself, there isn't anymore milk. no matter how hard you try to console yourself that you once had the milk, too bad it ain't there for you now. the stain is all over the table, all over the floor, and the glass is shattered to a million fragments, just like your heart.

what do you do now? you BAWL, you WEEP, you SOB, you SCREAM, you YELL, you CRY! you curl yourself up on the floor and cry, so bitterly.

crying over spilled milk. (: