My eyes trail from his hand to the tattoo written in small script across his forearm. Hopeless
HopelessA reawakening to a new world. Tendered with immense prospects Concealed in the unknown
Trails to the Stream: Poetry and Inspiration for Everyday LivingFear begets fear. Power begets power. I willed myself to beget power.
Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail