Hope

The world is dark and the door is closed with a dry sound. nothing is left in the room but the smell of dust and loneliness. everything seems lost because the light is gone. and all you can do is embrace your knees and cry softly. But there is something you missed. a soft breeze that tenders your hair, a fragile light that covers your backs. In a mer de noms, despair always comes with his younger sister, hope. And may be a fools hope, that that door may open again one day, or the strength grows in us to get up and look back... there. There it is. in silence, the light of a open window waits for us to fly.

Da Ana para mim.