Katrina.

Funny how I wake up in the morning wishing my day would be different or something nice would happen or wishing for 1001 other things when there are people out there waking up with nightmares, without a roof over their heads, without a bed, on grounds covered in chilling water with bodies and feces floating around, stomach growling with sickening hunger, eyes stained with tears, wearing damp clothes, without a single possession, with a mob of known people turning into animals out of desperation and anger, and clutching a heart full of memories, happy, sad and haunting.

A huge scar.

Life. What a game.