Then you realize, sunrises are incredible everywhere. Blasting red pastels into new, blue skies. Everything gets lit. Like the truth coming through, like the real view, like blinding. This is what hope really looks like.
Back is turned on the goons for now, they will wallow in their pits. They will demonstrate their disgusting and uncivil ways. Goons are goons after all, they are cannibals at their core. They will devour themselves. It will be ugly, try not to watch.
Turned eyes aren't closed eyes, however, witnessing miracles and life, craving cuisine, noticing curves, laughing. Sparkling. Gazing. Recording memories in our own thoughts, understanding exactly what is seen. In stereo.
