The waves that we create never stand still. Never break to see what it does until. The hurting eyes tell us that we've gone too far, and the torment we touch leads us all. To say the truth, avoid malaise, honesty arise, embrace the day. When we can trust, when we can feel, when we decide what's right or wrong. No. It's not easy, saved by ourselves again. Living with not for, promise to try to savor everything. The wind quickens, energy adored. This vital flame, vitality. Consumes the grade. Endures the pain. No thoughts remain. That will strip away what it really means to live for. We must go on and try.