It's hardly alive.
It flickers in the darkness.
It is hope.
It is foreboding.
It is all...
Damn it all!
even ashen, I shall write by this light.
We are hardly alive.
We are monstrous.
We are beauty.
We are all...
Damn it all!
even ashen, I shall write by this light.
You are all...
Damn you!
A whisp of smoke rises.
A feeble glow remains.
It remains only in our eyes.
It glows in the darkness.
It is hardly dead.
Remember this now.
even ashen, you may write by this light.
This is hope.
Thanks for sending me this link.
ReplyDeleteThis resonates with me as I face forced redundancy from my Uni after 8 years. Somehow, hope remains.