What's it like?

It's like riding a train and then suddendly getting sucker punched in the face. Of course you fall off and hit the ground. Your body is still going the same speed as the train so any flesh you thought was attached simply vaporizes. As you slow down you realize that it is going to be a long and painful walk from here. It starts to rain, which reminds you that open wounds and sweat are not a match for comfort. You decide to sit but your wounds burst open with new strife. You sit anyway. You walk anyway. You breath, cry, shake, cuss, and curse and you do it because that is what you have always done. You remember that next time you better be holding onto something, that it is best not to be too comfortable, never too relaxed.