Again I work more confidently, Hope begins to work slowly. When hope eludes me, I realize, i chained it to a ballon filled with doubts I kept dressing it in different shades of my blue, I left it alone on cold and darks nights I spent those nights with despair, I only visit hope when i have nowhere else to go. I come to it, drunk and abusive. We gave birth to happiness and sadness. But I am a bad parent I picked a favourite. No wonder Hope keeps eluding me. I try to find Hope in art, in friends and family but i always end up finding it in the little moments I forget exist until they manifest and tickle my toes.