hope
someone once asked me photograph what hope looks like to me. this is it. this raindrop. heavy and burdended with the weight of it's existence, hanging on threads. no matter how full or how heavy it actually gets, the raindrop stays in tact, holding on for a little bit longer, just a little bit longer instead of letting go and smashing into the cement. it continues to hold on, waiting for the sun to come out, knowing the sun always will return. it's the day the sun doesn't return that we all have something to worry about. until then, it's all just hand grenades and horseshoes.
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