So I found a little bit of hope lying by the front door. It's green and half way used. In fact there's only a quarter left. I picked it up and saved it in my pocket. I'm not sure if I should use it because it could not be enough and would only turn me on and then leave me. When I think of it, it revives my very being. It could also mean trouble.

I'm thinking about using it when the night is the darkest. Alone in the laundry room with the doors locked. Put some music and let it shake my spine in joy. It is my other half but like I said there is only a quarter of it left, it scares me to try. I still will because it's everything I could look for relentlessly. It's too early, my folks won't approve so I must wait, keep on waiting. Hope is my lover, my only one. I haven't met hope in person but I know all about my lover. it's breath is like a enchanted chime that provokes every cell in my body. It's been a long search of 26 years and I haven't found hope completely, only a quarter.

I will consume it today, at the time that the day changes name. It'll be all mine, even if it's a quarter. I'll hold onto it as if hope was the reason I live.