Hope

And if ever my real exsitence looks back, and sees all the stones dropped upon me, remaining nothing but a few short memories of what was...then I'll know, all was worth it.

My deepest dreams rely on that spirit of the above. He who knows me better than I.

All the desires I've had he set up front, and the definitive and the proclaimed...he gave to me. All but one...yet to be revealed. Yet to be served on the outskirts of this existence.

No one knows but I'm still lost. Nobody scares this piece of mankind, while singly walking despite the hero.

I breathe over it, every day...every night... Will the shining ever be real?

Hope isn't lost, not yet...just me.