Hope. It's like a drop of honey, a field of tulips blooming in the springtime. It's a fresh rain, a whispered promise, a cloudless sky, the perfect punctuation mark at the end of a sentence. And it's the only thing in the world keeping me afloat.
Insane for your sweet, sweet love!
I have a heart, says science, but I am a monster, says society.
And some days I wonder why I insist on keeping myself alive.
Hope can make people do terrible things.
Torture is not torture when thereโs any hope of relief.