sometimes i just hang on to careless feelings, silly ideas that feel out of reach, dreams i’m convinced will never come true, & wishes that could have been – if only all the candles had been blown out. my clouded points of view; thoughts that only i could possibly understand, visions that can only be seen through my rose coloured glasses & big lopsided tears that hang dangerously close to the edge.

i hope i feel better. i hope i don’t make that mistake again. i hope it doesn’t rain. i hope he didn’t see me. i hope he didn’t take that wrong. i hope he gets home on time. i hope you know how upset i’m. & don’t get me and/or us started on big “hope” like i used to have. nope, i don’t want to go there right now.

so today, hang onto my hope. tie a perfect sailor’s knot onto it if i’ve to. tight & noticeable if that’s what feels best because really, isn’t hope all i’ve?

now that i’ve your full attention.