in a quiet moment the world's potential spills out like glitter cast high into the air, catching at the edges of my vision.
A peaceful moment holds every maybe, every possibility, every dream as yet untested, waiting for the drums to roll.
the beat of the world is poised here, expectant but unhurried. It waits for just the right moment, secure in the knowledge that that moment will come, is coming.
hope is like the eternal flame, the neverending birthday candle that will not be blown out. douse it with water, if you will, but I challenge you not to be able to find something to hope for.
it is the precious slice of possibility that waits like breakfast on the plate. all you need to do is look.
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