There's a little hope in me. Hope that the dead find life in another realm. That a failed lover here finds his other in another place. That a dead sister finds peace and a healthy heart in another place. That an imprisoned muse finds a way to break free from the water.
The tangles are complex and maybe only voyeurs in another world can see them.
Not for me. Just hope. Hope is enough, though. Today at least.
But if I could reach across to you who hear these... prayers?
I would. Can you reach across to me?
B.
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