Hope

When words spell tears. When atoms cry. When our hands join at our lips in prayer for mercy. When our heart hurts as much as our feet. And the Story is just too much to handle.

This is when the Story is at its best. Our love breaks open. Our chest burns. We want so badly for the Story to change.

The sun is shining. And our sadness is so deep that we smile. This the only change we ever wanted. To feel alive.

Our heart only bleeds when it is abundant with love. Love is what we want. And when we love, we cry, because the Story is a tragedy.

But there is hope for the Story. Hope in our bleeding heart.

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