He is living on a diminishing hope that good things await him in the future. A hope that promises a sense of contentment even though the scars from the past might never fade away.
When most people don’t know what real agony is, some of us live on the hope that “someday things might get better”, being not really sure if they ever will.
I told the stars about you. I have reached the moon for you. Those two eyes of yours can swallow the deepest oceans. I asked the white clouds to fill us with colors. But soon I realized it was all you. Stars, moon, clouds, raindrops, universe. It was all in you.
