And so here I am...

...we take our hopes and faith and leap into the abyss of hopeless dreams. We were told there would be no pain. We feel stings of uncertainty, the fear - what is the fear from? Is it not true that fear is as learned a behavior as writing? We were told that they were burnt alive. They said it had hurt. But then, how does it matter that 'they' were hurt? When our relationships seep in, trickle through the pores we chose to keep open, are there those rivulets we claim?... and so here I am and...we take our hopes and faith and leap into the abyss of hopeless dreams