Hope

Starry bedroom celing

In bed, the blankness of blackness lies open the ceiling, and there's us laying endlessly on the bed, our mind in the world of doubt, though we paint white with our eyes of the stars in the blackness. And of course, we all know that the stars can't shine without darkness. Same for reality- happiness can blossom in our hearts, once we go through pain. The stars on the ceiling reflect to your eyes like a stain, they shine in your eyes to other people around you in daylight, it reflects to the soul- brings beauty and inspiration of sorrow. The soul reflects to the person looking straight into your eyes, coming into actuality of how much hope you carry in your hands, they get so interested and wonder where you get the hope like an anchor, they don't have any, their hope is like a loose leaf paper going through the wind. They get so filled with jealously and all they desire is just take it the hope you hold and just hide it to themselves in the corner to finally be happy inside but in reality they feel miserable and terrible. Cup overflowing with fear and guilt. People do that- take your hope, your happiness, yourself, and roadkill it over and over and over. That's why you need to constantly ask yourself- where is my source of my hope? Where do I get it? Recall to that's the explanation why we are always up at night, our minds enter the in the world of curiosity mixed with doubt. We eventually start to lose hope, we start to paint with our eyes, the stars on our black ceiling. Stars represent hope- maybe that's where our hope comes from. Once you paint so much, the blackness then becomes a starry bedroom ceiling, stars filled with hope.