My goal was to fill the world with hope, but to do that I absorbed all the fears and doubts of everyone I love. I gave them my hope. I hope they got better. I hope they found beauty in this world filled with splendor. I wanted them to(more) smile with hearts full, cry with hearts full. I hoped they felt everything, and knew how to be human without demons nipping at their heels begging for scraps.
I can see the light, and spill all this darkness I've soaked in. I bleed it in ink across pages, splotches of evil expelled from my lungs.
And when I look over at your canvas, I see your blotches too. I can see the shadows of tragedy you've pulled towards yourself in the name of good, in the name of righteous hope.
I thought I could make a difference. Maybe you thought so too. (less)