We live on hope. The hope that we will become who we want . The hope the people surrounding us will see the person that we wish to be. Not the person that we see yourselves. Hope is a commodity that we trade off against the world. Be it a better day tomorrow. A chance in talking to a new person. Buying something we always wanted and hoping it is worth it.
I open the door to a new day. Despite the grey skies raining down on the earth, I see hope. A better day, a better place, a better life breaths hope outside. Nightfall will prove hope exists if I want to believe. Hope is the souls faith.
I turn back to look where I have come from. A dated trailer strewn with the debris of six without hope. I had such hope for them to be better. I pour out the three gallons of gas in the can. My single match lights on the first try.
“See if told each of you, hope for a better day and it will come!” I talk to the non believers.
They will never know hope is fire proof. But then again, fiction is where we all live. Isn’t it? 😉