They Stumbled Onward, Step by Step

Everyone is a solitary island, and the bridges they long for have been lost in the river of time. They stumble and struggle to survive, pressing on through hardship with their dreams in tow. Deep inside, they possess a great and gentle strength, yet there is nowhere to put all that wounded beauty.

But in the darkness, they begin to awaken. Clinging to the hope in their hearts, they preserve human dignity through words and culture. They sketch their souls with the tips of their pens and pour out their emotions across the vicissitudes of time.

They long to use words to awaken sleeping consciences and rebuild a better world. With magnetic voices, they tell their stories and weave webs of emotion with words.

Or perhaps they are the ones who drink alone, their troubles as clear and shallow as the liquid in their glasses. In their drunkenness, they toy with fate's magic. They roar in lonely corners, then whisper their innermost thoughts into the darkness of the dead of night.

They bear hardship and sorrow, yet never stop chasing the sunset.

They are unyielding.

They walk a path of dazzling brilliance.

They pursue freedom of the soul with their very lives.

They wander between worlds of darkness and light.

They are the last ray of light in this cruel society.

With poetry and music, they kindle the warmth of humanity.

They will always be wounded souls who keep moving forward with courage.