Hope. Hope is what keeps me going everyday. Without hope life would be mundane. Day in day out. Doing the same thing with never any chance at happiness or change. Hope: to expect with confidence. One of my favorite things ever said about hope is this: Hope sees the invisible, feels the intangible, and achieves the impossible. Today I would like to have hope. Because there is a promise of you, the promise that I will finally be in your arms. It's the day I've been waiting for since I left you. Florence & The Machine put it like this: The fabric of your flesh, pure as a wedding dress. Until I wrap myself inside your arms I cannot rest. I have not found anything more accurate to express how I miss you. I'm driving myself crazy with hope because I would rather be in denial about what the future holds and be happy for the moment than spend an eternity knowing full well that I will never again lay eyes upon you. So I hold onto hope with a tight grip, like a child holds onto a toy. And I will be selfish with you. I will be selfishly hopeful because if I don't have hope in my fucked-up, busy, disappointing world than I have nothing.
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