6 Feb 2010
Possibly could be the most beautiful word in the English language. Possibly. Or it could be the cruellest.
It allows for just that tiny air-hole in despair, that minute lifeline that keeps you gasping like a fish instead of withering into a desiccated corpse as your hopes are cut off at the source. But, like Dr Who, if we die inside from lack of hope, eventually many of us regenerate and form new hopes. If you are stuck gasping at a tiny hole you could be there forever, never dying, but never re-growing in a new form; stuck in a perpetual, desperate, sucking tableau.
So, down with possibly.
Possibly.
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