Hope – Normal is not real

Wherever I am, wherever I go. It is there. For as long as I can remember, for as long as I’ve dreamed; it’s been there.

All these years have gone by, so many days, hours and minutes have passed. But it’s still there today. Shining brightly. Like it’s always been.

Hope. Hope that my dream comes true. It keeps me going. Keeps me alive. Makes me feel like life is worth living.

I still believe. I still have hope. Every atom of my being, believes and hopes. So firmly. So deeply. It will come true.