Is it gone?

Quivering inside my world. No reason to hate but opportunity to find fault. How did oi not recognize the traits? So far are the lost, wandering and yet are they really lost?

I find myself holding onto a hope. Needing the defined answers that no human, man nor woman, can give.

Strangely enough the depth I am searching still feels as though I am only scratching the surface of it all. Whatever "it" is. Indeed the want to scream all of it out seems understandable but damaging the soul and mind.

A spirit, mine, has dings aplenty to the hope. One that can explain I cannot hold judgment upon any one. No one should feel grave effort to do the same to me.

So clear are the "vibes" of intuition, I am attaining through my grieving process. Yet you ask why, how can I be sorrowful and melancholy? I explain. You.

Only that the depth of trust I strive to hold weakened somehow. Terrible indeed but now I pick up the pieces. Clearly dusting of the cracks and gluing, once more, the bonds of friendship together.

Everyday the doubt slips in. Projecting the vile grandness in a severed bond. Still I cling to a hope. The positive of one day. Ah a dreamer indeed. A romantic all for an ever after. I have to keep that close else all I can do is click you to the wayside. Forgetting I forgave you, as I hope you did me.

Time is the only way to tell. Prayer in hopes I am not too late.