Hoping is half-assed
just like hopping is one-legged.
Stand
or leap
with all you have.

“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..”

Even the best fall down sometimes, even the wrong words seem to rhyme.. out of the doubt that fills my mind, i somehow find: you and i collide.