With hopes of a better tomorrow we press on, straining towards our goal.
For the hope will carry our emotions stronger then the knowledge of another failure.
And in these moments, when we're really just lying to ourselves.
We press on.
With the hope of living in the glory of another day.
Pressing on, cause we made it through alive.
YOU ARE READING
Incomplete thoughts.
PoetryA collection of words that convey incomplete stories from my mind. Some mere sentences, some paragraphs with misplaced conclusions. A fragment of a picture.
