Hope… what is hope?
Hope is sitting in an empty room and dreaming your life is through the window.
Hope is living in a prison cell and imagining yourself outside the bars.
Hope is a lie, but without it the lonely have nothing.
You spend your whole life trying to find yourself.
That metronome of a heartbeat, pulsing cold blood through your veins…
Isolation is an asylum.
Insanity; the dreams of those without.
Those people marching through time, such purpose for the inattentive.
So much cruelty bestowed upon those who only seek to love.
They’ll try to make you see their world,
But won’t take the time to see yours.
Onlooker… outcast… dreamer of forbidden dreams.
You pity them as they pity you,
A lost soul in a sea of ash.
What is romance, when no one will take the time to look at you?
Survival is hardly living, your mind more a tomb than a welkin.
But can you blame the sorrow for seeking blithe?
What starving man has not sought food?
What broken heart has not sought to be mended?
My name is Jeffrey Hepburn, and I'm a young writer, graphic design artist, and aspiring filmmaker.