Desperately clinging to hope, desperate to survive, desperate to be proven wrong when facing an eternal truth.
You have written many a word in your lifetime. Most of which have been chosen carefully and hold intent and meaning. Yours.
Your words are always strung in such a way as to not only reveal your beliefs but the personality that espouses these things.
But never have you written more tragically painfully impactfully then when you were incapable of seeing the good. Never did you bore words so powerful than when you felt little. Too little. Or was it perhaps too much? Overbearingly, mind-numbingly so.
Never do you feel so deeply than when you read words of the you who was at a loss.