a short piece on hope


Someday, you’ll reach up. And your steel lungs and your heart of flint will strike against each other. And they will spark, and your soul will finally ignite. And all at once you will become the fire that burns so big and so bright, that the stars and even the sky itself will gasp. Someday, I will stand in the white hot heat of you. And I’ll remind you to resurrect the sun. Someday.


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