Circle.

Energy.

Immortality.

Infinity sign.

They never end, just an endless continuation, extending past farther than anything we've ever known and ever will know.

Waves.

Sunrise.

Comma.

Sunset.

Semicolon.

They pull; they might separate some things- the light from darkness, one idea from another, the sand from the water -but always moving forwards, never completely letting go; it is endless, but in a different sense, because it changes but continues on...

Ellipses...

There is more to come...

There is more to see...

There is more to know...

There is more to be...

Funny thing, language. It is powerful with words. But it is the willingness to let go, to continue on at the right time and in the right way that changes a sentence for the better.

We store hope in the never-ending, in what goes beyond what we know, what we care of, what we can ever reach.

But it is not that a circle has no rough edges, nor that energy can not be destroyed, nor that immortality stretches to time we cannot comprehend rather than "long ways away", nor even that an infinity sign forever loops around itself endlessly without ever differing from it's path that gives us hope.

No, it is that the sun rises every morning to bring light to the day in am explosion of color, then sets every night, each day of light fighting for it's last little bit of glow before giving way  for the light of stars for a few hours while they rest. It is the fact that the ocean waves push and pull gallons of water from the sea, stir up the sand, all the creatures and trash within, mixing the pure and tainted every day, every minute, forever changing where our lands meet the mysteries of a world we can never fully know. It is that a comma can link two ideas, whether alike or contradicting, fluidly connecting them to form a thought, a sentence to communicate to the world, to reach someone. It is that a semicolon represents a sentence that could have ended, could have stopped; however, for who knows what reason, it carried on, just a little longer, to hold a little more meaning, a little more life.

Because our hope is not that some things never end, but rather they change, and keep going anew; despite what all reason argues, it keeps going.

A circle changes. A circle may as well be a period at the end of a sentence. It is all that will ever happen: a continuous loop.

But a semicolon... there is more than what you thought; it could've ended, but then...

what fun is that?

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Where to go from here...

What more can this sentence bring;...