At the moment of impact, when hope is like a candle jumping, trying not to go out, a strong wind whooshes by and there it goes, up in smoke.
Up with the last traces of dignity and up with that shard of my heart. Flying away, so terrified to go back home.
Home..that dark lonely vessel that holds my soul.
If only I could follow that hope. Follow it away from all the pain and finally find the light I've so desperatly been searching for.
