The Elusive Spring

“Hope is like a disease,” I told myself last Sunday. It clings to you, whether you want it to or not. People say the hardest thing in the world is living without hope, but I think it’s the exact opposite. It’s hope that kills you, simply because it is so hard to let go of,…

Quoth the blogger, `Not anymore.’

Hello, all!  So after last time’s sad poem about heartbreak and love (which I have since expanded into a five-part poem that I really rather like), we will move onto brighter and cheerier things today! … is what I wish I could say. We won’t. We will, however, be addressing a topic that has really…