One wrong move and we all could fall into the sky. The endless concrete tundra cracks under the ridged wane of life. And these ridged things will never dance in the wind, but twirling hope still flies above. Breathe! Breathe! Fill your lungs with it! Let it beseech you with maddening charm! Dare to peer into the lonely night with a fiery dream. Be brave in your lust for passion. Do not be lost in the world. Look down at your feet and then at the sky, this is where you are. And what you hold in your hand is a whisper, breathe life into and friends will find you.