Hope is a measure to be let down.
When i hope,
I fear,
I kneel,
To what is bigger than me.
If i am to wish for something great am i not also to contemplate all the negative outcomes?
I want,
But what do i need?
To not feel as if my skin is cracking ever so slightly as to show just how red my blood is?
To feel as if the magnets in my head don’t eternally oppose each other?
To forget what i am hoping for,
Hope.
For at the end of the road we forgive our mistakes and indecision, but we never lost hope.