Hope is funny.
Like standing on a single thread, thinking someone would rescue you.
Like laughing and being chaotic when everything inside is dull and quiet.
Hoping someone would notice.
Someone would care.
Hope isn't about whether it's fake or real.
It's about whether it even exists, or if it's just a myth.
I don't know what destroys a person moreβ
the hope, or the person who made you hope.
~September













