Hope

Nietzsche says that hope is the worst of evils, for it prolongs the torment of men. Well, if this is the case, I want to prolong it as much as I can. Hope is the only thing I simply refuse to let go of. Without hope, every second of every day would be meaningless and utterly cast me into nothingness. Every fiber inside me hopes with all its strength to keep that only possible someone who can say the exact things I desperately want to say, even without words. I hope to nurse all the wounds that bled deep somewhere in your soul… and I hope one can keep forever the one person who can entwine your entire soul without even knowing it, who can make the fatal difference between everything, and complete void. The one person that can save you while being defenselessly saved… and give a sense to everything meaningless… So…prolonging the torment? YES, if this is the price, if this is the price of feeling untouchable in the midst of all evils, then yes, I choose to prolong it to its most tremendous dimensions. I choose to hope, till I cease to exist.
“So close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep…”