Hope

Hope.

It is the last leaves on an autumn tree just before the tree goes dormant for winter. Hope is the darkness enveloping the world every night. Hope is waiting for the unconsciousness to set in. Hope is a world of freedom and individuality. Hope is everything. Hope is a dream. It is impossible. Because, for every hopeful person, there is another who has no hope.

I am that Other.

3 thoughts on “Hope

  1. allangilmour says:

    Mr Midnight, Sir Winston and myself, from our blog “Gilmours Nice Place”, love your play with words. Thank you for posting. My two furry friends and I enjoyed reading. Meow, purr purr and kind regards. ๐Ÿ™‚

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