picasso

I gaze into the future and I see hope.
I know, pathetic, right?
''How can you detect any hint of optimism in this God-forsaken world? Are you nuts or what?'' - they may ask me.
But I do, I really do. Don't you?
I can still smell the flowers, I can still see the rainbows.
I can still hear the music and taste the coffee. Life's pretty good, ain't it?
We tend to see and feed on despair and chaos. Hell, I've been like that myself for years now.
But you know, I figured: ''I think I'll try to see the good despite the bad''.
It's been a couple of days. I feel a little less broken now.
''Ho paura un po' [...]. Ho lasciato pezzo di cuore tutte le parti.'' said the Italian poem.
I couldn't agree more. But I'm ready for more.
I can see it.