defeat is the final stage of fear failure is the first step in success regret is yesterday's problem hope is clear as a baby's eyes happiness flows like a crystal river sadness a stagnant puddle of hate courage has a pinch of crazy love is gravity
a tear dropped from the face of despair and wove it’s way down it’s entangled hair weaving through waves of dry dead strands it untangled the knots the braids and the bands sliding ever so slowly soothing out like oil every curve and curl of every anxious coil straightening the stress as it falls to the ground shaking your head off the mess let your hair hang down
absolute uniqueness falls from the sky each flake a mini marvel of ice to arrive on the Earth where they cannot be told one from another -where they have all joined together -and are now a weaved blanket of snow.