it’s called hope

Building up, improving, holding steady, and then I crash.
Loud and obnoxiously. Full of self and that’s about it.

The days stop.
Somehow I show up at work, gritting my teeth against irks. I still remember to fill my belly with leftovers and my mind with flashing computer screens. But that’s about it.

Things become more lifelike on Sunday. The shadows in the distance — shapes of people and dreams — start to become clearer. I almost recognize them. I have Love beside me reminding me to live. I experience life with him.

Life.
I see it, and I want it too. Oh, I reach. I see it…
… and can almost… almo s t
t o u c h

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