Gazing, darting, looking for the aching heart beats of zapping strength; the emotion hope, swanning through the clouds among misted minds, catches each without fail. Stopping them before they fall.
Closing their slackened mouths, wrenching with unlikely tenderness, their limbs to work and forgive once more, enlightening everything in her wake, un-poisoning brains, sucking it from wounds like an immortal being.
Hope clasping on flailing arms, comforting wailing voice's and without doubt grabbing and encircling those close to the edge. Those voluntary solitude to do the hardest thing, and yet the most cowardice.
Complicated hope. It/her/many, can pick you up, give you something to yearn. Yet as addictive it may be, there are times when it is better not to give in to hope, as it may pave the way for a bigger fall.
I have something much better than that hope. I have a person, named as such, and despite how hurtful and un-perfected, she, as a human being may be.
I, just like the emotion hope, love her unconditionally.
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