hope tastes like lemon and alcohol, bitter on my tongue and sweet to my lips.
hope feels like an electric shock to my senses, jolting my brain and heart into existence.
hope sounds like music turned up all the way on bluetooth speakers with the wind blowing through your hair.
hope looks like a fucking sunrise got painted on the sky and the clouds mimic cotton candy bubblegum.
hope smells like your favorite scent, the one that brings you back to home.
