Just A Thought (2): Hopeful

Without a single clue, I picked my pen and started to draw; Lines and circles, words and signs. A never-ending chain of scratches.

I saw my life draining as the ink was screaming over that piece of paper, every line was a story and every curve was a scene…it was a scenario, for a life….one that was… a life.

Those weary hands were stabbing that paper viciously, again and again with no mercy. As cigarettes were fuming, suddenly it was dead silence.

I looked back at the mess I made, a breath taking scene…four letters, have won the battle…

Four letters were all over my life, ones I’ve lived with and will always cherish…

H.O.P.E.