Isn't hope just fleets in the air?Zip! Floats! Shatters! Scatters!
When your hope shatters, isn't it like wades of crumbled tiny sheets of paper scattered in the air, like a deflating ballon slightly whooshing, like a snippet of tail sailing the air only to diminish?
I feel like cooped up inside a confined space of vaccum, like a pillow package, you tear it, it will blow to fluff, so fluff, so light! Like there's silence filled in the air.

Hope, was spread across a wide...