Cover-up (The Make-up Kind)

Today is a new day. Despite my highest hopes, it isn't better than yesterday. Tomorrow doesn't look promising either.

It sounds hopeless. Forfeit is on the horizon.

But wait! What's that? Ah...an old friend. We looked and looked, and you finally came. Hope.

There's this tiny little light on the peripheral of my blurry vision, and something tells me that there has to be a rhyme and reason. No matter what the end result is, I know God will do the same thing in both of us. I don't even know what to hope for anymore, but despite that, he's still here. Hope, that is. And so is He.