The comfort of stability, and the sense of security it envelopes you in, renders people into a state of absolute denial. It exceeds just a place we call home or the country we live in.
It is people. People are home. It's the familiarity of their arms around you; a constant cocoon that shrouds you. Yet sometimes, sometimes we refuse to see the toxicity. A toxicity so suffocating that it absolutely wrecks you to the core.
We cling to that melancholy semblance of hope. It withers instantly, but the memories revive its fading embers. We refuse to walk away from people who leave us grappling for a sense of direction, for a hope unrequited, but it is only hope that keeps us going.
Hope, that one day they will be yours, truly and forever to cherish. A hope slowly, tortuously disintegrating until there is no more.
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