Were it not for hope, the heart would break.

February 5, 2008

Unfold.
Fly.
Wander.
I never cease to discover
the countless memories of failures.

The hate.
The dreams.
The undying resentment.
I never fail to explore
the labyrinth of crippling existence.

Cry.
Bleed.
Die.
I never come to an end
 but croak with the crows with glee.

Reborn.
Relive.
Survive.
I never stop to uplift
even the soul of a secluded life.

I am hope.

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