Praying for a change of heart

Someone makes a decision that affects your life. You struggle with existentialism, heartbreak, teen angst (for depsite our age, the heart's turmoil is always that of a teenager) and a whole lot of stress and stress-related events. And yet when you close your eyes, the magic, the power, the glory of so recent days and nights pervail, and you smile, you cry, and you try to convince them otherwise, you both tire from the talks, the fights. There is still joy in your heart and you fall to sleep and dream that the joy, the spirit, the love of fellow human beings will come and lift you up and rise you above all the shit in the world and all the unworkable, untenable positions, and then, when you above it all and high from realism, you can look over and peer down from your magic carpet and spit on all the bastards that make things seem so unfair. And then you realise that that will be a waste of spittle, as the rain will come anyway... damn it, damn and love.