THERE ONCE WAS A SWORD THAT CUT THROUGH A CLOUD. THE CLOUD IS THE FOG THAT HOVERED ABOVE, BLURRING YOUR VISION WITH EVERY UNMADE DECISION.

THE SWORD REPRESENTS THE ACTION WE NOW DARE TO UNDERTAKE AND ALL THE PROGRESS WE FIRST FAILED TO MAKE.

NOW THAT THE SWORD CUTS THROUGH THE CLOUD IT REPRESENTS THE CLARITY WE SO FIERCELY SOUGHT. IT’S AN EPIPHANY THAT FLOODS YOUR BRAIN WITH BRILLIANCY. LIKE AN UPLIFTING SIGH AFTER THE SUN HAS PIERCED THROUGH A CLOUDED SKY.

IT’S A GIFT FROM THE UNIVERSE IN THE SHAPE OF MENTAL CLARITY, SHINING A LIGHT ON A NEW OPPORTUNITY.
WHERE DO YOU WANT TO GO NEXT? WHO DO YOU SO BADLY WANT TO SEND A TEXT?
WHAT DIDN’T YOU SEE BEFORE? WHAT BAGGAGE DON’T YOU NEED ANYMORE?

DON’T LOSE SIGHT OF WHAT YOU’VE SET YOUR EYES ON BEFORE THE SUN DISSOLVES INTO THE HORIZON.