More Than in Just another day in Paradise...

  • Feb. 28, 2020, 12:57 a.m.
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There are moments in life where all we have to hold onto is our own sense of self, whatever remains not crushed beneath the ebbs and blows of time, conflict, and circumstance.

There’s oft no justice in resolution, merely just that. A finality of hope adrift in the onslaught, eventually becoming something more resembling survival than anything else.

Anything more than.

Once I thought of myself as that.

More than.

Now I just hope I simply am.

February 27, 2020

Last updated February 29, 2020

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