When I wake at the middle of the night I see the shinning moon high in the sky, a glowing symbol of hope that no matter how dark it may be in the world or in our minds it shows us that there is always light to be found.
But when you have lived in the darkness for so long that it becomes the only thing you know it's hard to find that light that hope.
That hope which fills our hearts and souls, that hope which tells us to keep dreaming, that hope which makes us climb to such heights but is never there to catch us when we fall.
When I wake I see the moons rays and hope that one day soon I will be able to sleep without out pain and sorrow with out anguish and sadness with out loss, but for now that hope the moon gives me drives me to madness.
A madness which pulls me to the darkness of hopelessness and pain ad sorrow, a madness which pulls apart my mind and my soul, a madness which makes me a fool to believe in hope.
A fools hope is all that I have left.