1 January 2013
Hope was here. Yes it came here last night and refreshed its fill. That's the reason I feel new and whole again. It's bright morning, way past midnight, but you can still feel the strings of its presence, threading through you, assuring you that everything is possible.
Hope. It has lit a whole new road before you, a road stretching beyond infinity. But after a while, hope wears out. Disappointment takes its place, crashing all your dreams to mere dust, turning hope into bitter despair. We try hoping; hoping against hope, but nothing will work. Hope has been stolen. Actually, there's still some left. A very tiny amount compared to nothing. That is when we remember that hope will again be by. One day. One night.
Hope Was Here... • Opuss № I