Believe

My brain is wired in a way that I want to believe you more than I don't believe you. In a way that I want to just believe. That the good news is true. That you mean what you just said. That things sometimes do work out in the end. Call it intrinsic hope. A belief that the spirit in me is a glowing golden light that will find others with that same light in them too. And that, in the end, we find that it's not the end at all but a new beginning that we never could have imagined.