Another Breath Catharsis (The Conclusion)
The sun will rise again if missed today while dreaming. Missed chances only matter in memories. Sometimes the blisters on my feet serve as reminders of the ground below. That's enough to keep me moving. Some nights stars will shine for you. Soak it in. If we could see - how beautiful the world could be. Sunlight dim. Compass east. How beautiful this all could be
