all sarcastic 'taquiyya' aside..
..i do really believe in hope..
hope comes in different forms : duties, hate, love or hunger..
hope seems to keep us going..
it changes shapes with time.
when it all started : i wasnt really sure what i wanted..
i knew what i wanted to do..
but 'how' of it : made it 'delusional'
a 0 : really tests out the logic..
what started as a quest to reclaim identity..
became a quest to denounce it.
i learned a few things : to leave most things.
it would look like loss...
but it seems something different to me - surprise/randomness
new life : build on burying the old : it seems to have 'settled'
construction : can commence now 🙂
the beauty of hope : it keeps us going : even hate/lurv..
i seemed to have developed an 'appreciation for the stories'