Dear Hope,
I had you, but you’ve never returned any sentiment in full. I’ve seen small, shimmering glimpses time and time again, only for them to blind me and fade before my sight is restored. I don’t want to see any longer. Looking is taking its toll on me to the point of not wanting to be, even though I’ve never really been. Believe me, don’t go far. Return when it is the time of reconciliation, but no more blindings when I need so badly to see to fix this tangled mess I’ve created with this life. Give me my time, I can’t take a distraction. I am letting you go, for now. I will keep my mind numbed out as much as possible until then. It might be a handful of years, but that sure beats an eternity. I just need to keep my feet on the ground, head out of the clouds. I do it better with my head sulking down to the ground…
