sometimes hope is hard to come by. this is no new news. i don't believe much in hope. it seems, these days, i take nothing with more than a grain of salt. but the symmetry in my new bedroom is hard to ignore. the glow of its hardwood floors. the bright blue-green of its walls. the bar across the street.
hope is hard to come by. but work is going well. my friends are doing fine. spring is finally here. there is new music and new laughter and new faces. and i have somehow, actually grown accustom to being broke. to feeling sometimes brokedown. and at night, i lay on my back and look up. all this time, just looking up. looking up.
the sun begins to set at nine. and we all act afool. and there is so much more laughter and light-heartedness.
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