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Friday, September 25, 2009

Sort of a poem: Hope

Old empty husks of dazzling fate. Courage replaced by utter harmony. Cages made of all-we-can-handle-today. It just seemed recently that the dream died and was replaced by so much reality it killed hope. What happened to you can do anything you put your mind to? What happened to being available to miracles? Seems so much of adulthood has crushed possibility. But then I don't think hope was working so well on its own. Sort of delusional. Maybe there is a way to bring it back just a little.

1 comment:

Kimberly said...

"Maybe there is a way to bring it back just a little."

Even with all the crap that has happened recently, I still think this is possible. :)