Holding your hands over your eyes does not mean that other people cannot see you.

The first star I see, may not be a star.
And the time, such clumsy time, deciding if it’s time..
You can lose yourself in your courage.

“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..”