Everything ends for no reason quickly and without warning.  We are only special because we have lasted this long.  We are lucky and unlucky all at once.  Being in existence is special, but because it can and will go away suddenly makes it not that special.  We may all be alone even if we are in a crowded room.  We don't even have time to open our eyes to see others in that room; our special moment of existence is so special that it blinds all of us and is too quick to even matter. This is stupid and so am I, girls in pearls and swirls.  Red wine and a green vine.