Somewhere in the midst along the hemisphere of real and unreal lies a world that defies omniscience. It is a world separate from our own where angels freeze time, alien kids come to visit, and physics is rewritten. It is a fairy-tale of my upbringing where Hope Aaron, Truman McCloudre, Ruth Umper, Violet and Felix Hapimone, Khabira Dues, the Black Figure, and the Dog of Snow raise a child without form.  Felix, Violet, Tom, Sara, Hope, Jared, Kristy, Truman, Ruth, and many more taught me who I am and kept me ruthful, ruthless, truthful, and hupomone in the beaconing tragedy that nobody knows the blood that was spilled here. Nobody can comprehend the hope that was grown here. It broke open the life so monstrously, only the whisper of laughter shatters into your curious innocence. Mercy had never been so violent as the day that the presence of poisoned itself in your sky. It became a wish and you're terrified it's real. But you know... Tragically you know like your inevitable death, it's real. It's human. It's you, the greatest tragedy named you hope. You beautiful perfect fool of such a broken open curiosity. May it not kill you in your heartbreaks. Will it be trash or treasure? Will it be felt or fault? Shatter or laughter? Almost success or almost failure? Known or trusted?  Who will you be when your world is frozen and you are the only one who moves? What will your laughter represent? Who are you when you demand the reality of everything being beautiful love to happen? Will it happen or will you be happy? And or end? Choice or voice?  Better yet, is it yours?