Submissions by SkinnieTalls

Hope insists, eternally courageous and daring us to reach for the truth it offers. Hope isn’t something to master, but to submit into. Through humble servants it begs for promise in exchange for wishes. Hope, retroactive believing before asking. It patiently awaits. Forever residing in answers being whispered. It is home when mirages and doubt pose as oasis. Hope, the thing below that makes you look up. Fatefully written among nebulas, shooting stars fought against whatever kept you from peace. Hope already won and is waiting for us to stop fighting.