Abu Aeesh

\'Hope,\' I told her

“So what do you write about?” She asked

“Mostly? Hope. I write about hope,” I said.

“In other words, you write about things that haven\'t happened yet?”

I looked at her benign eyes and wonder when they\'ll hold me as I incurably fall into their depth day after day. And then I looked at the world around me and the thickness of colors the world is yet to know. Yet to breathe. 

“Yes,” I said “things that are yet to happen”