Hope is one of the purest people I have ever seen. She dances and sings in my head when I want something to go right, or I don't want something to happen. I can count on her when I need relief or when my head needs rest. Although there are times she lets me down, she usually has reasons for it, and those reasons aren't farfetched, but in the end, she makes up for it, and forms sun rays on my face. I know she tries her best to make me smile. I know she craves for me to be a red rubber ball, jumping in the air, but sometimes it just can't be that way.
Faith is someone strong. She has the power to believe the words that flow out of someone's mouth or words on a sheet of paper, but sometimes her intuition is wrong. There is a liar in every seed, and that seed can either rot into a shrivel of nothingness, to where it'll eventually be accepted or rejected, or grow into a beautiful tree, where the bigger issues hide in the roots and the leaves. She falls in love with those shriveled seeds, because despite their colors, they show what is true.
Things occur depending on Fate. When you make that right turn, sometimes it's a dead end, so you have to turn around and start again. It sucks. It really does. But you have a destiny, so when you Hope, and mix in Faith it either happens, or it doesn't. It's unpredictable, and that's just the way it is. Hope and Faith work as one to make many dreams come true. Their intuitions may not always be right, but when they are, sun rays shine from your face, because what you had hoped for, came true.
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PoesíaThis is something I wanted to do for a while. Huge Trigger Warnings for people sensitive to super depressive topics. DISCLAIMER #1: I am in no way shape or form, $u!c!dal, but don't you ever just want to give up on life? Like, not die, but give up...
