When the wind blows still and the stars echo in the night, I sit here and I feel my thoughts.
There is the will, like that of a salmon swimming up stream, never will I be deterred to follow my heart.
The dreams as I float in it’s presence march off to advance in the future taking root firmly spirling and ascending.
But If I sit like a stone where will I be? I will just grow hard and go nowhere a bubble that is popped never reforms.