The Bad Days

Even though at the moment you feel like the world is ending, just when you're about to give up hope, and after the breakdown... you know, on those bad days.... It seems like after your final crack goes all the way through and you crash down hard, the next breath is one that's fresh. You can see clearly after you cry out all the fog. I find myself grateful for the bad days because it's after those that I can recognize the good ones.