“Go back?” he thought. “No good at all! Go sideways? Impossible! Go forward? Only thing to do! On we go!”

When I see you, I really see you upside down. But my brain knows better—it picks you up and turns you around.

“soaring on the wings of selfish pride i flew too high and like Icharus i collide… to turn away and not become another nail to pierce the skin of one who loves more deeply than the oceans, more abundant than the tears of a world—embracing every heartache..”