Your writing is beautiful, passion of the soul, even in despair cry's out with words unknown to the ear, but heard by the heart.
Desperation cry's out if you want it to or not. The answer ever fleeting evades as a shadow in the night, yet the scent lingers and your soul yearns for the taste of hope once again.
You can smell it and your eyes it evades. Dreams and hopes all crash in as we gasp for one more breath.
A song of hope in sleepless nights is the light we look for, the lifeline we seek.
Is it there? Is there any? I can feel it in my heart but where?
Hunger fills you, but worry feeds not. quench your soul with who you are. Fantasy never feeds, but look on still and in one night the shadow will flee, the night will break.
The dawn will come with or without you. It is not in your heart but the hearts of others that would regret and remorse without you.
Hold fast, you are not alone. the ship you ride has many. Set sail again and maybe together we will reach the land of plenty.
Despair not. You have friends.