Hope; what is it? What is the true essence of hope? Is it the four letters, the two vowels and the two constonants that balance each other out? Is it the word that people say when they want something, like "I hope I get that for Christmas"?
Or is it something more? It has to be, I believe. It has to be the pounding of your heart in your throat as your soul starts to soar as your breath quickens. It has to be the sparkle in the eyes of a person who should be ground into the ground, but isn't. It has to be the tears that spring to your eyes when you see something that denies the hatred of the world we live in.
It has to be that glimmer of light in a dark tunnel, that spark in everlasting darkness.
It has to be, else life has no meaning.
It has to be, else there is nothing worth living for.
It has to be, else I wouldn't be typing this now.
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On the Edge of Dreams
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