Such a strange thing hope is

Such a strange thing hope is.

Everyone carries it around in their hearts for god knows how long. They carry it around with them like a burden. Yes, like a burden. I understand that hope is supposed to be rapturous, but I know from certain experiences that all ‘Happy’ things always come to an end. So it would be much better if you were to brand all happy things as negative so no one would get hurt.

However, as cliché as the next thing you are about to read may appear, one time in your safe, little lives, no matter how well-crafted the walls around you may be. They always seem to crumble. The cause being someone. Yes, it’s a who, not a what. It’s a living, breathing creature not an inanimate object. After that, the walls just don’t seem to want to guard you anymore. Well YOU don’t seem to want them to.

The Who will most definitely give you hope. And also turn a negative thing positive.

Most definitely.