Hope hoarder.
That’s me.
Every tiny bit of hope I’ve ever found in any of my myriad of creative projects through the years, I stockpile for, well, eternity.
Got a chance in a million that something will work?
I’ll take it and stack it up precariously with all my dreams and grandiose expectations.
Teeter totter.
They should all fall down on my head by now…
But they don’t.
I’ll take that as hope and stack it away accordingly.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe, the Hopeful Fool
