We Are the Normal Ones: Memoirs of a Fallen Human

Lost Memo #5: Lost and Found

Year: 2016
(48 days after diagnosis)

I am the dark of the night.
The empty shadows.
The shadow without a body.
With no heart and a lost mind.
A crazy soul without a purpose.
Hands that creates defects.
Because I am a defect.
That's why I have no heart and I lost my mind.
Glean hope.
Groping for an appearance.
Hope lost faith in me.
It ran away.
Actually, it walked and I just watched.
I wish it came back.
Cause I have no idea what to do without it.
What do you do when you lose hope?
Do you create new hope?
Or do you find the one you had?
Do you look by yourself?
Or create a search party?
Where do you start when looking for hope?
Where do you start when looking for hope?