There is no denial that this night feels the same as those before it. I still long for that which I do not have.
Not a single day which went by.
Without me longing for the same.
Yesterday. Today. The Tomorrows.
The distance creates Hope.
Even though. Regardless of. In spite of.
Flamed. On fire. Sweeping through.
May that day come soon.
"Be not afraid of greatness: some are born great, some achieve greatness and some have greatness thrust upon them".
None of this applies. So i will go searching. It is time to believe.