The texture of hope…


It is soft, like the fur of a snow white kitten.

It trembles, like gentle feathers of an endangered bird.

It feels liquid cold and warm at the same time, like a stream of feelings flooding the heart and mind.

It has holes, little voids of emptiness that happen once in awhile.

Finally it feels like world’s most delicate but sturdy blanket, one that can cover you from head to toe.

If you only let it engulf you. If you only let yourself have hope.


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