In my dreams, I have conquered hope. I am destitute, unable to participate in bearing the weight of living. The world is dark and empty. Life is devoid of meaning. Still, occasionally, against my better judgement, hope snakes into my life. I unwittingly let it in like cold air into my lungs, and it holds my throat tighter each day until, as its embers fade, it suffocates me in culminating disappointment. Or sometimes, though a rarity, it is met with blissful release, the glory of hope fulfilled. Usually, it is disappointment, sometimes outright woe. Every thought is banal; every breath is a disaster.
I think this was the story that rekindled my love for reading. Thank you so much this was a beautiful read
Missed this power!
Loved it. We’ve missed you🥺❤️
this was so beautiful to read and heartfelt! thank you AF 😘
I love everything you write but with every new read, I’m genuinely more blown away than I was the last time. You are magnificent.
this is so beautiful but sad asf, hope to see more of your writing especially sad ones like this
this was a spectacular read! 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾
I’m amazed at the amount of beautiful things that go through your mind. 👏🏼
My highlight for today is discovering your writings 💜
What a compelling read!! Well done 👏
This is beautiful.
this is so beautiful.