15.03.05

Heard this one somewhere today, 'hope my child, learn to hope! How else would you live?'. If only 'the child' had my advice : sometimes hope kills. As plain as can seem, yes hope can both make and break. Everyone knows excesses kill. And this one is a one-winged journey, you complete the flight. So 'my child' hold on to the fingers that lead you to your place, not the ones that teach you to just hold on.