

What hope do I have?Why, what use is it? What hope is there for me? Why do I try to reach out and grasp a hand of offering of emotion, then cower away in fear of what is to come, after I take hold of the hand of emotion. Why do I yearn for belonging and relations with people when I know they can be broken in two, like a twig, so fragile, in a matter of minutes. Why can the hand of emotion be taken away so quickly? A love of friendship built over years can be destroyed in seconds, from lack of total trust to outgrowing one another. From sharing friends with someone else, when someone else tries to rob you of what you and your friend once had, becauseWhat hope do I have?
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