I need to know that there will be a reasonable end as to why I feel as lonely as I do. As I am.
I need to hope that there is a reasonable chance that one will fulfill a pursuit towards me, or atleast spare a passing glance.
I need to believe that there is something behind this insipid reflection. I need to believe in my soul.
But after and before, and somewhere in between I suppose, I need to realize that my attempts are impervious and futile.
I must stop knowing.
I must stop hoping.
I must stop believing.
I must stop...being.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
But none you can! Understand, appreciate, love and live, help and serve!