Hope
Here is my greatest disease. Amidst all the evils Pandora unleashed in this world, the unparalleled is hope. This thing driving me forth, engaging me for a bit of attention, a feeling of commiseration, a sensation we agreed to call love: moments of redemption ephemeral, a funny trick of the eye. My thirst grows, my will tires, my mind continues. I am human, an absurd shape sculpted with solar winds, confined to these words my prison holds true. Yet, I’ll want more, always. And you’ll want something I can never be. So we’ll hope and be fools and be damned.
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