For this Day.

Hope burns bright. Because we all endured, because we all listened, because we all tried, and because in the end we are all pure of hearts... We made it. Rage isn't prominent this year. So now as we extrapolate our notion to the future... We have these reminders to signify where we came from.

One Year Ago...

For the Hope ...

And there are days that might not be the best testament of nirvana. Sometimes there are nights when things are go awry that we are ostracized from the concept of a good day... stripped of the feeling of a good night.

I can only HOPE that the best way about this is through the support that we have; through the network that we have called our group of solace.

Though we know that there are times that won't be the pinnacle of the remedy, but we can all concur that it is a source to help add on to perhaps a Better Tomorrow. For ALL of us.

So here's to Hoping.

How I should Feel.

Do you remember this: (Rage)?

Well amidst all it all, according to DC's color spectrum, this particular shade of blue should be what one could and SHOULD be adamant in times when fearful nights come about. It's no big secret... absence brings forth a VERY intimidating possibility. Another sense of 'what ifs' or 'short story with tragic endings' kind of innuendo.

But if I am able to do it again like before. If I am to send out my positive best, I have to believe that there is HOPE.

Let's abstain at the notion that it is not my favorite color, not my favorite corps, but the message is rather  poetic and pretty true. And no, I won't recite their power speech, but I will keep it in close in regards to thoughts. Canon. Adept.

Somewhere down the road, soon or later (HOPING sooner), we will weave again.