I don't believe in destiny and I definitely don't believe in God.
I might believe in fate, but I can't define it.
I don't know if I know anything when you look at the big picture.
Maybe I believe things happen for a reason or if they don't,
they happen anyway and it matters. It all definitely matters.
What I'm saying is, I'm sure that I've finally climbed to the highest cliff I could find
and the hike was **** sometimes,
(although the days of glory still permeate through my smiles),
but I'm finally at the peak and there's a ******* valley of evergreens and daisies below me,
and it's like every rock that pierced through the lines on my hands,
and the gallons of run off that kept my bare-skinned feet from solidity,
scraping my shins daily, had to do so; for the lasting.
No other hill could have led to a clearing as beautiful as this.
The valley is you.
The valley is you.
Nov 29, 2012
Nov 29, 2012 at 3:29 PM UTC
I don't believe in destiny and I definitely don't believe in God.
I might believe in fate, but I can't define it.
I don't know if I know anything when you look at the big picture.
Maybe I believe things happen for a reason or if they don't,
they happen anyway and it matters. It all definitely matters.
What I'm saying is, I'm sure that I've finally climbed to the highest cliff I could find
and the hike was **** sometimes,
(although the days of glory still permeate through my smiles),
but I'm finally at the peak and there's a ******* valley of evergreens and daisies below me,
and it's like every rock that pierced through the lines on my hands,
and the gallons of run off that kept my bare-skinned feet from solidity,
scraping my shins daily, had to do so; for the lasting.
No other hill could have led to a clearing as beautiful as this.
The valley is you.
The valley is you.
You have the metaphorical keys.
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