I have to believe. There is no other possibility.
I must stand fast in my belief.
Without belief what do I have, what do any of us have?
We have no choice, but to believe.
Even when all that surrounds us, is eroding away.
We still believe.
When all the things that we have stood for have been abandoned, left on the side of the road, like an old Ford, we still believe.
There has to be some goodness left, some seed of humanity.
Some intangible ideal that we can cling to for hope, to keep us from despair.
I have to believe, or what do we have?
About the Creator
Katie
Really just an amateur trying my hand at this.
A CLOSE ENCOUNTER
Stars twinkled brightly in a moonless sky, reflecting in the calm waters of Lake George in the Adirondack mountains of upstate New York. It was a warm August night, as we laid back in the boat, marveling at the magnificent Milky Way. Dark skies made the stars more brilliant at this time of year, especially during a new moon, causing wonder and enchantment. We never tired of stargazing while floating on water, a truly immersive experience.
By Jon H. Davis6 days ago in Fiction
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