The moon. Hope. Even when it is not there, you know for sure it will come up. It starts small to grow into a perfect circle, into a perfect hope filling the inside of you.
Rain. Possibilities. When your soul wrinkles from the long, dry days, you know it will come. Every day, you go out in your window, close your eyes, stretch your neck and one day, it comes down. And the wrinkles expand to embrace flowers and greenery you never thought you’re capable of growing.
Air. Life. When dark, heavy fumes are all around, and you still cling to life because you know… you just know. And you still keep walking, till one day they evaporate and you have only pure air. You stop, you fill your lungs with the long longed-for lightness. And you… breathe.