There is nothing like the bitterness of impossibility, that sours your muscles and rots your vessels. When the wants of people aren’t met, they seize a little inside and with ashen bodies fight the cleanliness of water. When they feel a few inadvertent drops once again, for the first time in ages, they are reminded of something like hope. Quickly it dries up, and spotted patches of light contrast again the majority of ash-blotched skin. The reminder is what brings the bitterness again.