They say hope begins in the dark. That faith is the bird that feels light when the sky is still dim. But with every tomorrow we carry our past. It echoes beneath our feet. There are no clean slates.
Second chances are earned in the choices we make, in what we choose to forget, and in what we forgive. With each choice we make, we are led somewhere new.
You can’t save humans from themselves. That’s why you don’t get close to them. They’re always killing each other. It’s how it is.[to Poe]