Implication

It is hopeless.

Is it hopeless? A strange word, hope. hope. Such a small word.

A four-letter word.

It haunts me, the sense of hope. And, I taint it. Corrupt it. It carries me, but only so far. For where hope ends, so too do I. I cannot carry myself, alone. I cannot walk where others have not gone.

But, I do not credit myself enough, at times. So much courage...

and so little.

I value none of the worthless things that others hold dear. Distractions. Opinions. Sums, and numbers. They mean nothing. I care not for a thing because it is shiny. I care not for a thing because what it implies. I care only for the implication.

And, what purpose does that serve me?

None.