Hope. It is intangible, invisible, and not apparent to even the consciousness. It has no color, or smell. No taste, and no sound. Hope does not exist.
But, it is there. We see it around every corner. It is what keeps us going even when odds are against us. Why are there homeless on the streets? Why not do away with yourself? Hope.
That somehow, someday, things will get better.
I have had so many times when I wanted to die, I can no longer count them all. But I do not die. I have been pushed to the breaking point where I can no longer do human functions, but I am still around.
It is exhausting, but I have hope.
It is bigger than me!
About Me
- ♥Jordin
- My name is Jordin and I'm not like most. I write because I want to write. I'm not a poet or a novelist. I tend to either write about experiences I've had, or mostly conceptual things. Death and love are two of my favorite concepts to illustrate. I appreciate criticism, and I love to hear people's opinions. So please, feel free to share whatever is on your heart or mind when you read my work. :]
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