How to have hope when everything feels like a spiraling pattern.
Actions repeated until they blend one into the next and then it’s gone.
It’s the new normal. The same hell to bear wrapped in disguise as hopes and dreams.
But it is waiting for you.
For that one small trip-up that sends it all spiraling again.
Up and down, up and down.
Around we go on the grandiose merry-go-round.