Never lose it...

Hope is infinite; a system of thought that can bring you down to your knees, down to your chin, in attempt to keep the body from falling too far if the hope is lost. The least of hope is what you crave in life; the laughs, the twists, the turns, the falls, the romance, and the ending. When all is lost, hope is what is left. The pseudo-entrance into a phantom of a position may leave you with hope; hope to come back to the position, or hope to escape to a better situation. But hope is merely a thought...

When I sat down to write this, I was lacking a clue of what to write. Just let the words pour out, but make sure the emotion is here... Because I can express myself.

I ignore the fact that it has been almost a year. Life has changed, and we meld with it; boiling steel to fill a template of tungsten to adapt to our environment.

But life seems wrong. Everything I once held true has been shattered into microscopic crystalline fragments. I'm not discontent... just muddled and dazed, wondering where everything went, and which fingers let me down by letting everything so dear just slip between them. Or did I?

That is not something anyone can judge. A depreciation of effort in both fortresses led to the demise of the roads in between. But I can still see your flag waving mightily in the air, like the only missing link is a road to connection between us.

An entire stage of my life that I believed to have ended is alive and well inside of me. I can't forget a single detail of anything that occurred; the most vivid details of or relating to you in particular. This became clear when I sat down to write about a period of my life, a time that stuck out more than others, like a blazing torch in an infinite absence of light. Everything was crystal clear, more clear than it was two years ago. I read it over - I described everything clearly, and there was no explanation necessary. And the words freely flowed, unrestrained; like rain in the desert.