With hope that you will find solace, not in the comfort of places you've been to nor in those you've come across with but in the bliss of discovering yourself.

His last words consumed her like an illness that would never end or maybe one that would end too soon.

Sometimes I just want to know that everything is going to be worth it.

“but knowing that it is possibly ending, why do you stay?”

I don’t know, cause maybe there’s hope. maybe there’s something.