hope

I'm going to convince myself that this is it. Though I have issue: an innate need; allowance; continuance... hope. Face value, I suppose. Day by day. Torn, tortured, taunted, and taken by you. Civility, reality, insanity, a casualty in and of you.

An aid, visions of being, subtle development, given to this idea of possibility. 'Run with me?' has always been my plea.

Supplication by supposition of transitioning inspiration. Fear and loathing, facing you before confronting myself; leading me into this; and here i will be for as long as hope lingers.