The hope that once gave us strength in the morning fades away by dusk, much like the light fades at sunset, making way for darkness.
The glimmer of hope has endured so much that it has chosen to depart, never to be found again.
Now that night has descended, I realize that it was all a futile endeavor... the longing for a meaningful and fulfilling day remains unresolved.
Enveloped by darkness, I acknowledge that I pursued goals as distant as the stars.
I was a fool trapped by an illusion - from the Earth, the stars appeared close together, but in reality, they were separated by thousands upon thousands of light-years.
Yet, I find solace in resting and gazing at the sky, dreaming of reaching a goal as distant as a star.
Closing my eyes now, I can only imagine myself after having conquered those elusive aspirations.
In the darkness of death, where stillness descends and blankets me with the comfort of peace, the unfulfilled desire surrenders to the simple wish of keeping these eyes closed, wanting nothing more.
Penny Black ©