Hope

It was the night. The Sun sets on a day, (an eternity) that held hardship and difficulty and irrevocable actions. The stars come out and the nebula come to life as you set your head on the plush pillow, your head filled to the rim with naive hope. Tomorrow you’ll take steps to be better, you yawn, as the Moon watches over your dosing mind with simpering pity.
The next moment your eyes flit open, and once again the glorious, arrogant Sun rises above the jagged horizon. Light dazzles the pale opaque sky, and it fills you with the flimsy knowledge that darkness has come to an end, unknowing that night must always return for a new day to rise more beautiful than before.

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