The eyes see things that are, the mind sees things that are, that were and that that could be.

Second chances are slipping off the cliffs of this defeat..
Say it like you mean, mean it like you said it to me.

it’s always little things that to the surface brings the comfort and the pain, the fear inside the smile.
We lose along the way the things we leave behind, along the precipice of things we should not climb.
And I’m the first in line.
...The mountain that you climb, just to take a fall—