So here where life seems to have no purpose one can only look up to see hope in the distance. But as darker it gets in the ‘now’, the weight of this existence continues to bare down, it gets harder to find strength to keep eyes up. How to break the momentum of failure? The increasing speed of failing leaves no footing to recover, to move into the skies of hope. How to rise from the ashes that suffocate, from embers that only kindle the pain of now. Is it these times that man puts faith to end in heaven or is the singed soul to far from the path to survive? May not the scars of the past, and present ones made, create not limitations for succeeding in the future.