The death of hope...

How easy it is for people to raise my hopes, so high that I feel am at the top of the world… and then dash them. It feels like a bucket of cold water thrown on the hot red ambers. I seethe… How mercilessly they crush my dreams just when I am almost there… To take away everything from me after giving me wings.

Melancholia

So much time has passed by… I thought time would heal these wounds and stop the pain. What I didn't know, was that time makes everything all the more clear. I thought I would forget it all, just like you did…