August 22, 2025

My shred of hope breathe amidst foggy adversity. Its a part of me I cherish and despise. When the world weighs too much, I adore the strength it rains on me. But when in the face of truth, my ugly delusion invades and I abhor the desire it fuels. I want to rename this hopelessly hopeful yearning. Warn it that this time, it is wrong.