If you have an apple and I have an apple and we exchange apples then you and I will still each have one apple. But…

standing still is like running on ice—I only gain a little distance when I fall… tired of telling myself it’s okay to be this tired. this sick and tired of the turns the world takes and the people that it makes us be.

“well I’ve heard it said that a man would climb a mountain, just to be with the one he loves… how many times has he broken that promise? it has never been done.”