hope doesn’t have a cape. it doesn’t smile. it doesn’t even blink. hope cries, hope asks; hope is ever pleading.
hope is not stoic; not manly, nor feminine. hope is on its knees, begging and crying.
hope asks for forgiveness and receives none.
hope prays for solace yet remains lonely.
hope is the thing you die for; hope is an addiction that fuels the soul.
hope cries.