Arden

Hope. Such a funny concept. So funny how After words of brutality after suffering and pain we still hold on to hope. Hope that reassures us that things will go back to the way they were. Hope that makes us believe there are better days then these. Hope that you will find love. We never let go. We know it's right. We know that it will result in absolute pain but we hold on. Hold on to the slightest glimmer of hope or possibility. Hold on to the past, which still haunts us to this day. I remember crying over you. And I don't mean shedding a couple of tears, I mean collapsing and screaming at the starlight moon. At night where no one could hear my cries for help. Cries for you. Cries for someone. Someone to help drag you out of this abisk of sadness you've dragged yourself into. Yet something makes you stay...hope. ~ part 1 from a book I will never publish. -M.G