I climb up as fast as I can without losing footing. Despite this, I slip on one and drop a few feet down before regaining grip. With a deep breath, I start back up again.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I slid down a little and feel my hands burn a little. I laugh and head back up. I foot slids off and I am hanging a good thirty feet above the air. I hoist myself back and smile once I am okay.
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart -Winnie the Pooh
I smile at him and roll my eyes. "Because I know you." I say. I the mist of my talking, my legs gets caught in a rope. My other foot loses grip and I grunt, struggling.
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart -Winnie the Pooh
That's how we should measure our lives. Not in distance traveled, or time passed, or worlds conquered, but in moments... and the rush of joy—of grace—that exists within them. — Megatron (Lost Light, by Roberts, Lawrence, Lafuente)