A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world. -Oscar Wilde

It’s the blessing and curse of being pursued by hope, of living with a chest full of the future and the presence of all that is absent.
Believing breaks my heart,
But my unbelief makes me wonder if I even have one.

A hope is coming for me, one that refuses to tire, even when I think im tired of it.
The hope is relentless, it will not fail.

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