"Hope"

Part of it...

We are not free, and we have never been so down and out in our lives, but the units that surround us have an heir of expertise and unity.  Perhaps they
will bring us to the top of a stormy sea, or at least rise our heads closer to the surface, so that we think we have a chance at something more than what is now.
Perhaps they'll touch our faces with their hands, long enough for us to believe in an air of change setting over the maelstrom as we drown in blatant ambiguity.
Or perhaps it's too late for some, as we keep sinking, swimming, yearning towards the darkness of the bottom's murky turf.
Perhaps there's room for cynicism in a position of great faith.

Author's Note

I don't remember ever even writing this. I am so tired of these vagrant paragraphs.

Reviews

[Vicky Zhuang Yi-Yin]

great job!