nothing too fine, too hot
to grab, snatch at
hands suddenly grow
coat of stone, metal,
only one light in the eye
microscopic hope,
burnt, so be it
- Des, 9 Aug 22.
I want to say, "I am fine, I am fine." till I believe it. I have no idea how long it will take. A lifetime? So at the end, it does not matter, I guess. There is no present, only hope, which is for the future to bear. And speaking of the future, it is a path that you can only imagine to be full of twists and turns. It is real, yet unknown; these scare me. You may think it is a convenient, easy way out to place hope, be it how little, on the future. But what else can we look forward to?
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