Because I Am Too Tired To Write More And It's 80 Degrees @ 11PM

Paradise is hidden by the horizon. You know it's there, but it does you no good until you see it with your own eyes. Until you walk in its fields. Until then Paradise is something hoped for. And hopes don't always become reality. And so I choose to keep walking the road of struggle. Striving to overcome the obstacles I place in my way and the obstacles put there by others. Chasing that horizon knowing that Paradise may not come to me, but if I can get close enough in this lifetime to taste the same winds that pass through its fields then that will be good enough for me.