“Those who profess to favor freedom, and yet depreciate agitation, are men who want crops without plowing up the ground. They want rain without thunder and lightning. They want the ocean without the powerful roar of its many waters.”

Pictures and photographs, memories and windows,
goodbyes and epitaphs, heartbreaks and hellos…

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—