I was caught between what I wanted to say and technique itself. The journey, the creative process is much more intricate, but I hope to begin.

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I was caught between what I wanted to say and technique itself. The journey, the creative process is much more intricate, but I hope to begin.
I had an overwhelming desire - a compulsion - to be full of hope.
She was searching for a new beginning of hope. Her heart was an unstoppable tide.
I hope you will live an interesting life and I hope you will write exactly as you think - with love.
Good or bad, there's every reason for hope in this existence.
I hope and forgive and confess every day to live clean - it seems to be enough, but it is not easy.
There are choices in life - arbitrary comforts or a hope capable of anything. Pretending to live or be happy with everything ahead.
Just remember that the abnormal mind is quick to know intimate revelations of infinite hope.
My heart bled for you, and yet it was absolutely hopeless, but I was willing to hope that you could just acknowledge such a possibility of desire for me.
That's the whole point. I don't want to fade I want to flame away - a work of art ablaze with hope.