Tragedy

What if your hope is someone else's regret?

I think that may be one of the saddest ideas I've ever encountered. To cling to the promise enfolded in a single entreaty that the speaker prefers unuttered. Why do we accommodate change for ourselves but anticipate constancy from others? How can eight words see you through eight weeks?

I don’t want pretense. I seek truth. but I contend that it be solid.
And from there, I will build.