magoski
Everything you asked for is here:
the ache, the ?'s, the unending toil, the chosen sorrow, the longing that cannot be satisfied, transformation , collapse rubble, and the single ember of Hope glowing at the end
b4 air tightens&
space contracts around the pulse.
Nothing moves
but dust.
Then—
a small sound:
Hope.
Not triumphant.
Not loud.
Barely alive.
A breath of a breath.
But it is there.
Hope
in the rubble.
Hope
in the ache.
Hope
in the wings of a creature
that sees through darkness
w/o fear.
Favorite track: My Hair Is Everywhere.