What about hope?
I never talk about hope.
The hope that someone might love me,
The hope that someone might care,
The hope that someone wonders where I am
What I'm doing,
The same way I wonder about them.
Thinking.
That's what I'm doing.
In my head.
That's where I am.
Lonely,
That's how I feel.
Nothing,
That's what I say.
Hope never seems to work out.
What is hope?
Thinking about a scenario,
That's hope.
Thinking, wanting something to happen.
It's not magical.
It's not special.
It's not amazing.
It's not going to make tinker bell fly again,
That's not how it works.
"Hope"
It isn't a magical word,
It isn't a wand,
It isn't a bandage,
It isn't power.
It's a delusion.
A pretty great one too.
