Hopes to carry forward.

What sort of day should be the last day of an year? Should it be a loose mix of bygone days? When I look back, I see it as a white cloudless sky, as it we see sometimes at high noon; a mere plain white space, where I forgot or neglected to fill my desires. I Could have added a few green spots. But I had left the canvas white!It was an year I lived on the edge of Hope, hoping a hopeful next day, which hadn't happened until.

The ones who came near instilled furthermore of hope, the ones who have had gone away taught me to Hope for a few better things. Some made me smile along, some made my tears froze. I did laugh, but I couldn't cry; when ever i tried to--I have had seen my tears forming into a large ball of blurry fumes, which smothered inside my head, heating it up as a brew. It made me bear the suffocation more than I'd been suffering from the conflicts within. I almost felt my eyes were burning to heap me into an unholy ash.

2009 was an eventful year of unhappening days! In this last ticking moment I only have Hopes to carry forward. What better thing do I have to carry along? Nothing. I'm leaping into the new hours with same old hopes. Thank You 2009, may you rest in peace.
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