Expectations are sheer cliffs we cannot help but climb. The perfect, plumb ground too easy and expected bears no liking for those beings without wings but for whom heights hold draw. Hope is a thing with feathers but does it know how to fly?
Expectations are sheer cliffs we cannot help but climb. The perfect, plumb ground too easy and expected bears no liking for those beings without wings but for whom heights hold draw. Hope is a thing with feathers but does it know how to fly?