Sunday, August 17, 2014

Guess who.

I think I am dying. In fact, I know I’m dying. I have never been anybody’s destination, only the most essential accessory of their journey. My appropriation has only been done by poets across the planet. Those, for who I am of high value, have made me a part of their religion. I have existed alongside jealousy, anger and sorrow. You will find me at the cusp of love and fear.

-  Hope

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