Hope Fleeting

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[titsay]

[missinyouiskillingme]

It’s been a rough year, filled with endings and goodbyes. Here’s to healing, growth and a year that treats us better.

[hope-fleeting]

[somewordsarebiggerthanothers]

[undo-my-scars]

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[dogrotpdf]

how’s that house that raised you?

[thoughtcascades]

if i disappear just know it wasn’t planned but i’m also not mad about it

[hope-fleeting]

[thoughtcascades]

being “low maintenance” is cool until you realize you’ve trained people to think you never need anything

[hope-fleeting]

[thatshortmama]

Stop telling people you're too busy to text them back when those very same people see you constantly checking your phone whenever they're around you. The math on that excuse just doesn't add up.

[thoughtkick]

“Don’t cling to a mistake just because you spent a lot of time making it.”

— Unknown

[notes-to-no-one]

If You Come…

Saturday falls like a slow bruise,

and the rain writes your name

against my window;

soft, uncertain, almost afraid

to stay.

There is no crushing loneliness tonight,

only that thin, trembling ache

that lives in the quiet places

you once touched.

A hollow that does not hurt,

but remembers.

I tell myself it’s just a handful

of nights,

a small stretch of sky

between now and whatever

you decide to be.

If you come,

the air will answer before you do:

in the way silence breaks,

in the way a heartbeat stumbles

when recognition walks back

into the room.

And if you don’t…

well, absences speak fluently.

Some doors close

without ever making a sound.

I pretend to busy my hands

with other faces, other voices,

other borrowed lights;

but hope is a stubborn ember,

and it glows even when

you don’t deserve the fire.

I want one more moment,

one more breath pressed

against the mouth of what we were.

Not to dream,

just to know

whether the story is sleeping

or dead.

The truth hangs heavy

as wet branches:

whether you cross this distance

or leave it untraveled,

I will know.

Because longing is a quiet oracle,

and it whispers the same prophecy

over and over:

if you come, I will feel it.

If you don’t,

I will feel that too.

[fromhersoul]

I looked in your cup to see if you needed more, you looked into mine to see if i had more than you.

we aren't the same.

[hope-fleeting]

I've lived this realization. It sucks.

[thoughtcascades]

you ever feel homesick for a future that hasn’t happened?

[remanence-of-love]

[somewordsarebiggerthanothers]

[quotefeeling]

“Don’t forget - no one else sees the world the way you do, so no one else can tell the stories that you have to tell.”

— Charles de Lint, The Blue Girl

[somewordsarebiggerthanothers]

[hope-fleeting]

[thoughtkick]

“It takes a huge effort to free yourself from memory.”

— Paulo Coelho