Dearest friend, take those darkest thoughts that silhouette demons, decante them into a bottle and place it onto your shelf of contemplation.

Do not regret your path, yes it is worn and sometimes sore but shaped like an orange rainbow and sneaks through the greyest of clouds.

Do not neglect your dreams, they may have lost some grandure along the way, but they are part of you just as much as that pounding heart in your chest that burns your soul. Dreams are our want for better, for more, always seeking the end of the rainbow to find the pot of orange gold.

Look into the distance, delve into wonder, peer over the edge, never forget all that is will not be what is forever.