It is so beautiful how at night the hills covered in snow fade into the night sky.

You don’t know where the earth ends and where the sky begins and you just have to

guess and keep going.

Finding myself is much like finding the end of the earth.

You never can but you always try and no matter how much you want to give up there is always someone or something pushing you to try harder, like the stars and the

moon and the glow of the sunlight on the edge of the earth.

You are my sunlightthat I continue to chase but I can never find.