There is a pain that stretches out over the eons, a constant unease, a weight that follows at your side – always a reminder that you are alive.

There is a love that cannot be altered, a hope that waits eternally in your heart’s backpocket, whispering, wondering – will we ever arrive?

There is a life that must be lived, a hundred songs to be sung, sighs to be filled with every gasp and release of reaching and holding to the only way we know how to exist.