Despair
My days are spent looking, Searching for something; something I may never find. Even though the sun beats harshly on my head, and the miles pound into my feet the wind that blows 'round about me is chill; carrying on it the hopes and dispairs that lay within my soul. And sometimes, despair wins.... I struggle against it with my last force of will, with every fiber of my being, with my last breath. So far, I have not let despair defeat me; but who knows how long that remains so. Every...