Fall leaves are like desperate hope.
You know all leaves in the fall are meant to fall so the trees make room for the snow to land on them.
You are aware of the fact that fall leaves may be colourful and vibrant but they do not last long.
desperate hope in that sense is the very same, you cling on to it to let your reality seem vibrant and dynamic but it isn't. Although you know this hope is hopeless you still cling on to it.
Hope can be a lie
or your saviour.
Depends if you cling on to your hope at desperate times or times that you are desperate.
the difference is thin.
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Scrabbles
Poetrymatchsticks only go to waste when they are lit and once they are lit their lives are slowly being smothered just like humans sometimes i write nice and sometimes i don't all depends on my head
