Low on the Go!

the first time the punch came
she got up right away,
full of hope that things would be different, that they wouldn't stay the same
the second time, it was a little harder
but she was a fighter, surely things wouldn't stay the same forever.
then the the third, and the fourth and the fifth time.
each time getting up off the ground...
believing that things would be different.

this time, she's not so sure.
maybe she'll stay down on the ground for awhile.


sometimes its easier not to hope...because then when the dreams come crashing down the expectation and the hope wasn't there to begin with.

i think this picture effectively sums up what i feel would be the easiest thing to do au courant:


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its a funny thing. hope. no matter how much you desperately wish you could stop believing, stop dreaming, stop looking ahead, there's an equally desperate desire to cling on... no matter how much you want to walk in the other direction, where else can you go?

even inside the mouth of a fish, you're surrounded.

the trouble is..you can't outrun God.