It is a proven fact that nothing works out the way you hope it will which begs the question, What good is Hope? Hope is the door matt of Misfortune and it says, welcome. Without Misfortune and it's comrades, Misery etc. we wouldn't need Hope. The unfortunate thing is, Hope is made of betrayal, a flimsy gauze bridge of filament and star light. Throw in some crickets and a nightingale if you will. There is a story of boy who once fell in love with a girl. That boy is now a man still in love with that same girl who is now a woman. It began twelve years ago in a dark bedroom. And then ended a year later. He sent her a bouquet of Daisy's accompanied by a love letter. The letter read, meet me at midnight in the old Salem court yard beneath the Magnolia tree. For they had once spent an evening there. She never showed. And so it goes. Till this day he still wonders if he should have sent Roses instead. That he sent them at all is a miracle. Clearly he was hoping for the best.
Hope this finds you all well.
Hope this finds you all well.