“Hope, it is the quintessential human delusion,
simultaneously the source of your greatest strength,
and your greatest weakness.”
~The Architect ~
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What is it that peeks out of the shadows of the future?
That shines a ray of light in a dark forgotten place…
A barren desert… A cold room…
So much sadness locked up tight…
Put in a box until a quieter time…
Some sneaks out and prowls around me…haunting…
Mocking memories of glorious times…
What is that ray of light breaking through the black of nightmare?
It’s been so long…
I almost don’t recognize it…
So close…seems so far…
It’s coaxing me…
Calling with a hint of promise of better days…
Brighter light…warmth…safety…
I can almost see it…
Mystique…
Masked illusion…
Coming into clarity…
Yes…I see it now…
Its name is….
Hope…
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