All I wanted was Hope
“Hopes are like hair ornaments. Girls want to wear too many of them. When they become old women they look silly wearing even one.“
~ Mameha, Memoirs of a Geisha
“because… just because”
“because?”
“because I need hope”
“and it’s killing your hopes?”
“yes.”
“so what? hopes can die”
“but I can’t live without having hope, I can’t go on, why would I?”
They were never plans that did not go through, they were not promises that were not kept, they were not expectations that would only bring disappointment… they were just hopes; hopes that sustained me…
They may have not been supported by logic, but they kept me hanging…
All we had to do was let them be, not suffocate them with cruel facts on daily basis…
I did not want to see them for what they were: puffs of smoke that would fade into thin air in time… I was planning on adjusting to that fact when it happens…
Hopes should not die; they can fade, but they should not die…
They were the ingredient only I seemed to need, and that’s why when they died the way they did, a part of me died too.
May be I will always be a silly girl who will want to wear hopes, not just like hair ornaments, but rather as my own locks of hair that will always refuse to be tamed by reality…
I am in a desperate need of hope or maybe the potential of hope.
But there isn’t any left in the world
like i needed that to be spelled out for me ya shimz!!
khaleeky ma7dar kheir!
where there is life there is hope .
either u get busy living or get busy dieing and remember hope is a good thing maybe the best of things and no good thing ever dies