To be sentenced to a year and a day of life because one must because others have tied their lives to you because you have the only job
to plod forward in faith alone because the thing with feathers was crushed beneath the branches when its perch fell
is to exist;
it is good to live once again, to feel the soul branch out and green, and hear hope chirping at the feeder re-hung in faith.
"To travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive...." - R. L. Stevenson "It's something so predictable / That in the end is right...." - Green Day