Hence the disappointments!
Hope taught me control without realizing it.
I look back at my lived life and wonder where I would be without hope.
I see Derrida deriding me;
His glinting eyes stretched like an elastic band.
His lips were smirking at me.
I looked around me and saw Hope staring at Derrida;
My Hope.
I ran towards Hope and suffocated it with an embrace.
Hope spoke to me :
"Let go of me, dear".
I let go.
My eyes were filled with tears of realization;
Hope wasn't alone;
Less and Ness were standing next to Hope.
Then they danced together, merged together into a bright light.
I could hear Derrida laughing behind me.
I tried reading my life again;
It was Hopelessness that made me.
"The absence of Hope": I said aloud.
I found myself smiling;
Derrida was gone.
I felt lighter and flew away into the beautiful dark sky,
With my sorrows hanging from my hair.
