train tracks 

silver finger 

people singing

red, yellow, and ready to go 

sophie 

new territories.  

train

When do you pursue? When do you give up? When do you find out? Where do you draw the line?

Are some memories meant to be locked up?

When words are uttered, can they no longer be taken back? Does the moment fade, like darkness fades when the sun rises?

When do you make the choice? How can you be sure? How can you not be sure? How can you be not sure? Does choice equal hope?

Does the infinitesimal 1% hope equal false hope?

Is being idealistic the same as being hopeless?

Then, is there a part in everyone of us that is hopeless?

Is what I am thinking only variations of the obvious?

fun times 

good morning!  

what are you doing tonight?  

beyond.  

jungle clearing