Hope is this undying ember, the tug that pulls me back. Especially when I think it's missing. I just couldn't see it.

This reads like a story that could occur through a lifetime or the span of a single night. Such is the nature of things. Cyclical, unrelenting, surreal - sometimes.

I'm soaking up so much from these words, I can't explain it if I tried. As always, the picture, the structure...such art.

You make me want to ditch everything else and commit myself to poetry.