I Was Too Weak To Walk. At

Because It May Seem Like A Small Role Now, But It Matters. In The End, Everything Matters.

One Little Ripple Started Today Could Create A Typhoon Fifteen Years From Now.

This Was Not A Spurr-of-the-moment Decision. Do Not Take Me For Granted... Again.

And I Walked For Hours The Mist Growing Thick And Whole The Thought Of Disappaering Like That, So Simply, Made Me So Happy

Maybe If I Forgot Things Once In A While, We'd All Be A Little Bit Happier.