constructed glimmer of hope

It was a 5 hours long talk, laid in squeezes of anxiety, desperation and worry. I have never experienced how a losing battle could unfold before me. Dreams became farther than before, the longer you spoke on. It was not about my dreams. But a shared dream for a worthy, very worthy cause. Don’t you remember their smiles? In that place you once built visions for? Your answer must be unraveling, and every iota of my heart says and believes so. At least, before it melts into wax.