“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”