Hope springs eternal.
It always does.
It’s why I even made this site.
And today I forgot about hope springing eternal.
But hope sprang again.
To remember that all is forgiven, all can be anew, there is an infinite to our existence, hidden in all appearances otherwise.
There’s an infinite.
You’ll find it.
I’d say of course if we were metaphysical cells and we’re one another, parts of a larger being. Fragmented forms.
Vortexes within a river, and to be the river too.
Wipe it all away! Let your words glint with pretty thoughts and things and sing something special.
Here’s a new beginning.
To think about the new, what waits for both of us.
Where it’ll all shed away. Where it’ll all drift beyond.
Where there’ll be two sandals planted on the beachside.
Where everything you love you love to the fullest.
And everything lovely fills your eyes as though you never knew love before.
Hope springs eternal.
It’s always here.
Hope again!