Straining eyes in the dark.
Hunting,craving,searching.
Grasping with sweaty hands thin air that slips out.
Calling inaudible whispers that laminate to screams.Choking the throat with parched silence
Thinking that gallops at tortoise speed and trips somewhere in the darkness.
But then a small spark helps the thought to stand back on feet of uncertainty though.
Unseen in the void is still a smile that lasts over years. Fleeting on cracked lips disguised with gloss.
That’s what hope is all about.
