Perhaps it is that I expect too much intelligence from humans. They disappoint me. A lifetime of disappointment is not long enough to become accustomed to it.
I live with many small pleasures and bless for that, but an overwhelming feeling of disappointment fulfils as only disappointment can, filling with me with emptiness, pointing out, disrespectfully smiling at my tears, caressing me softly without gentleness.
Enough, for the day dawns again, enough for the sun shines and the rain comes again and again. Enough. Enough.