My nature has always been clothed in hope, and sealed with a wish.
Like donning a warm coat before a cold winters day, I often hope that the future will shine brighter than the past. This isn’t always the case, but it’s a nice dream.
Hope and wishes, for they crawl forward slowly… hand in hand. Don’t they?
I greet each day with a reverent silence. It breaks, and with a solitary hope for what might be, granted by a wish for things not yet fully realized.
‘The day breaks quickly, but so do I.’
-I am Crandew Advertisements Share this:
