To hope is to catch falling stars.

You wait with open arms.
You are waiting.
Waiting for something.
Waiting for something that you know will be beautiful.

You are waiting for something beautiful.

You wait with your hands spread like butterfly wings.
You are waiting.
Waiting.
Anticipating.
Knowing.
Not knowing.
The Pain
That will burn you alive.

It will burn you.

Till there's nothing left but ashes.

It will burn you.



And set you free.