Hope is something small; like the first glimpse of spring or a shimmer of dawn. When encouraged, hope grows. When smothered, hope dies. Sometimes hope just merely survives. And if it can survive, one day it may thrive. Most days, I do not have hope. I live in the dark; there is no room for light. But now and then the cracks in my mind give way and it seeps in. That light is my hope. My hope survives.
So I always dreamed of writing whatever I want, whenever I want, how I want (with as near to perfect grammar and punctuation as possible, of course). I never imagined I would create my own blog, bu…
Source: Me, Myself, and I
This is my attempt to dig through the contents of my mind and make sense of nonsensical thoughts. The goal is not to be successful.
Source: The Attempt
Some problems never find solutions. There isn’t always resolution.
I wish that I could find a way to make a better life one day-
But it seems I’ll sit here idly until I’m sick of all of me.
Not one word, no change, no situation could bring for me a revelation.
Why do I wish and pray for more? I’ll never move beyond that door.
I’m scared- I’m weak and without strength
I’ll wait. Just wait.
No more. No more.