Reach out and pluck an idea from the nothing. Lay down the foundation and build upon it. Stack the blocks that form the steps. Walk up each one headed for higher things. Do not look back or get frustrated when you fall. Get back up and build a hand rail. Then push forward laying each block for each step. Then you will wake up one day and realize that what you have been dreaming of is now a reality.

Every step you take,
you are
                moving
                                 toward
your future, whether you realize it
or not.
Emerge like the rail road
that was once underground.
Each choice leads to a new narrative.

i have told them they better fix me,
i have told them loud and clear,
they better fix me ******' fast
or i will vanish in thin air.

I took a pen and put it to paper. Then I looked at the blank page. I tried to will myself to write, but I did not have the words to say. Then in long deep thought, the pen began to move in my hand. All of the things that I had been feeling, that I had buried for so long. They lay scrawled out on the paper, every line was filled. I set my pen aside and let go of all my pain. I then signed the letter between the tear stains. It's simply said my apology and I addressed it to you oh God in hopes that you will understand.

Who will remember me and what will they say about me? Will my family think kindly of me, or will they even care? Will any who I might have helped even think of me? Will those who I may have wronged come and forgive me? I know not how I shall fall, for as a mortal man I struggle each day. So I ask myself this poignant question, who will remember me?

Love isn't blind,
blind are those,
who never loved.