Secret hopes.

I believe its the secret hopes that keep us alive after all. 

Its like you're drowning - set on fire - falling from the cliff.

How can you breathe,

when all that surrounds is the fright of impending water?

How can you live,

when all that endures is the ache smoldering from the inside out?

How can you be at peace,

when the momentum of earth is fiercely dragging you to its end?

Because you live.

Feel. 
Be at peace. 

Just like that. 
All at once.

With all the crazy things happening. 

How does that happen? 

Secret hopes.

-Fa