Those who hope, cross the thin line, between normal and insanity..
Stretching out their hands into a darkness that they feel with their fingertips,
that have been stained with the light of their ambitions and adorned with the scratches of their previous failues.
Those who hope dare to make their dreams into realities
against odds which are tallied in exponents
multiplied by the equation of a life of suffering.. but still.. They do.
And so shall I, because tho oceans can be braved with vessels made by hands, I hope you still feel small when you stand beside it....
I hope you dance
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