Hope

His soul alight with hopes and fears, and with the fears come the undeniable doubts, the yearnings and spurnings that inhabit the darkest recesses of his mind. Day by day he fights them, but to no avail. They fall constantly, like a waterfall, a curtain of disbelief that suspends him from reality, liquid, yet not liquid, ever falling, ever flowing. Separating him from life, creating a new life, where none can touch it, where only he can destroy himself. One golden light keeps him alive in this alternate state of existence; it is a golden light of hope. But from this light issues forth the deepest darkness that is only found at the bottom of the darkest oceans, the outer edges of galactic realms and hell itself. It is the black light of fear. By this twisted light, things become visible that were never meant to be seen by the mind. Things that distort the perception and alter the responses. The fear of complete loneliness, the fear that drives him to isolation to escape isolation. Fear that drives others away with its consequences. It rips him apart, exposing what is inside to the world. And the world, as one draws back in horror. There is nobody there to help him as he sinks to his knees, trying in vain to keep his grip on this mortal coil, and as his soul shuffles off it, once again, there is nobody to catch it as it drops, and sweetly, tenderly put it back, and restore life. So he is again rendered soulless, oblivious to life as we know it, passing the days in a daze. Until something snaps him out of it. Something that sets his soul alight with hopes and fears, and bring the undeniable doubts, yearnings and spurnings………