there are so many melodies i wish to get through, so many places i want to go. and collages i want to make. and yet, where i get stuck is the very beginning, the excitement, the birth of a moment when you take off running, only to fall down- and you could get up, but the grass is so soft and the sky looks so nice from down here. it's a win win, or a lose lose. either way, it's choices that have to be made.