Bound by hope, it will only get better. Tomorrow is reason enough to make the most of now. Even with this unending pain in my hands, I still have faith in a silver lining. Form follows function on these dreary winter days. It makes for an interesting cross section of down and out scenarios. I sit and listen from the safety of my second story hovel to the sounds of a million broken dreams below. We live and learn from past mistakes. I want you to know, I have lived and learned to love this life. All the missteps, all the self-doubt, it all adds up to a greater appreciation for all the good things. For you I shall craft my opus. The Truth seems to be, I still have millions of pages in me. Millions of stories and last great lines just waiting for pen to meet paper.