Hope

My mind wonders to the thoughts of tomorrow as quickly as time comes and quickly fads away. Who am I in your deepest of thoughts, and who do you see me to be as tomorrow comes. Our lives are shaped by the experiences of the past, present, and our hopes and dreams of what tomorrow may bring. But when tomorrow brings nothing, who is the one left holding the bag. Lying naked to the world, a canvas of many colors splashed amongst a beautiful white board symbolizing the bruises of today. I will stand not out of fear, regret, or love but out of hope, ambition, and dreams of what tomorrow may bring. I am the artist and even when others may paint scares of their past on my beautiful canvas i will stand firmly on my desires of tomorrow.