I was like a jay with broken wings, but once again I’m learning to fly. And it feels good. Hope. It warms the heart and draws fresh air into the lungs. Hope makes you feel alive. It makes you anxious, but it’s a good anxious; one that tickles you and tells you there’s a chance for that one thing on your mind. Hope has the ability to pull you out of that dark well you tumbled down into, and hope can guide you like a light in a dark cave. Follow the light. Follow the light that will guide you home alive, that will lead you through the fog.
Follow the light that will guide you to her heart.