LAND OF HOPE
If there is anything I could say that I knew, its that the sun rises in the morning and sets in the evening. This was the only thing I could hold to myself as the truth. My days were simple and my nights were even simpler. My earnings came from the mouth of the sun. As long as the heat rested upon my back, I could rest comfortably enough in my bed at night. There is nothing more sinister than hope, so I was never one to hope. But as a human being, as a man of the land, so long as I came from dust, I can be ruled by dust itself. For the first time in my life, the land permitted me to hope. In one day’s beating of the sun upon my back, I was resting triple the amount in my bed. The land gave me more than I worked for and I began to hope for more than I sought for. I started sleeping, I started dreaming. Eventually, I found myself unable to touch the very ground that gave me hope. I could not even sleep in the bed that I bent my back for, because my body had lifted beyond my roof, beyond my family, and beyond myself. The worst thing about hope is the beauty. Once you know beauty, everything else is a lie. If there is anything I could say that I knew, its that the sun rises in the morning and sets in the evening.
Now, I am asleep with no sun to turn my back to because my dreams took away all that separated my morning and my night. How, now, can I wake up to a sun that will never rise? I am no longer a man of the land, I am now a man of hope.