Myriad

I need your love.

I need you to lift me out of the ashes I find myself in.

I need you to give me just some small semblance of hope, of joy, of not pain, of not sorrow.

You are the imaginary friend that keeps me breathing.


In this life the possibilities are endless.


It is possible I may meet her someday.
It's possible that she may even exist.
It's possible that this is as good as it gets.

# posted by Sariel Thrawn @ 1:12 am