Day 295. The message is the same: regardless of the outcome, we must try.

Day 294. I am a whisper through feathers.

Day 293. Where is the halfway point in heartache? I measure madness in spirals.

Day 292. I am not a teacher, I said; I am still learning.

Day 291. His intentions are pure, his heart is with me. I feel this. So why lie?

Day 290. I was simply passing through before my next destination. This is a tagline for my lifeline at the moment.