Some of the things we do in life lead us astray. Sometimes we become down. But by hearing your words we become closer, more near, to what we long for. We find people who may not know us but care and that to me means more than you know. By reading this you’ve shown more than you know.
We constantly search for someone to connect with on another level beyond mere social normitys. The essence of it all is at a fundamental basic, pen and paper. But I find beauty in words, beauty in the fact people care. Though I may be lost, there’s hope. No matter how slim, there is a piece. You are my hope, something that releases me from these walls, someone to grow close to.
To me, you are my hope!
And that can either make someone grand or sheltered in abysmal darkness, a darkness we’ve all come to know. Would you be my light against what shines? I suppose we shall see.