We are all of us in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars¹.

Time to start anew, time to start anew, the story of every farce. Dreaming of tall buildings; paving roads on mars. It’s a whole new world up there where the sunshine meets life, where the moons embrace the stars. Staring at the sky, wonder if you’ll ever get that high. Growing wings is not an option; you feel your light will die from the despair. Every day is a journey, every step a lifetime. Maybe if you push a little harder, cry a little softer, yell a little louder the world might stop from crashing down as it tends to. Maybe if you

Dream Big

Hope Hard

Love Enough

Out of the gutter you can come into the light out of the strife. We may all be in the gutter but some of us make it to the stars. Some of us know there’s more to life than condos and big cars. Some of us hold real love at heart, friendship in sight, willingly hurtle into the abyss mid-flight.

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