One must write of eucatastrophe. It never can be if not dreamt into being.
This is not hope: Will, it is will.
While there is strength, we must write.
We write for one another,
but for others who have written,
our words entwined,
used and passed onward.
I am here, and I must write.
*not time for comfort, lights a candle to strength for the fighter who breathes and sets it on the window sill, facing other windows, where others make their homes*