As long as we keep the flame of hope lit, it will continue shining and illuminating the path forward. We are the ones who keep hope alive, so if we continue to believe in it, hope will exist. Always remember, there is still hope.
As long as there is evil In the world, There will be good, A glimmering beacon, To combat it
Within a broken mind, The shrill cries of cicadas echo Against crumbling ivory bone The cicadas keep crooning, Even in the desolate spaces Where only silence exists Can you hear them?
The privilege to just exist, Even as a beautifully imperfect Human