Hope Can Be A Dangerous Thing.
I could have stopped it dead in it's tracks.
I could have put an end to it before it ever began.
I could have saved everyone involved, all the heartache and all the pain.
But I didn't.
I saw the million possibilities.
I knew which were the most likely to play out.
I knew who I was.
I knew what I am.
I knew it all.
But I ignored myself.
I dismissed my fears and denied my truths.
And now..., here I am. Here we are.
Knowing it's my fault and that once again I am the only one to blame.
Hope. A dangerous thing to be sure.
A dangerous thing for me to ever hold onto.
An even more dangerous thing for me to offer anyone at all.
I knew better and did nothing but allow myself to hope.
To dream. To wish. To want.
Hope inside of the hopeless is such a dangerous thing.
My hope only was the slow burning fuse to the explosion and flames I feared.
And now, the flames begin to burn as the embers are swept up on endless breezes.
Only to land while hot and spark the never-ending fires once more.
A return into the hell of which fires I was smelted.
An ore of malformation and malcontent.
And now I have seen and learned what comes from it.
I know the dangers.
There is no more need for caution.
Because there is no more hope.
No more fuses.
No more light.
Just ash.
None of it's exactly painless !
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I could have put an end to it before it ever began.
I could have saved everyone involved, all the heartache and all the pain.
But I didn't.
I saw the million possibilities.
I knew which were the most likely to play out.
I knew who I was.
I knew what I am.
I knew it all.
But I ignored myself.
I dismissed my fears and denied my truths.
And now..., here I am. Here we are.
Knowing it's my fault and that once again I am the only one to blame.
Hope. A dangerous thing to be sure.
A dangerous thing for me to ever hold onto.
An even more dangerous thing for me to offer anyone at all.
I knew better and did nothing but allow myself to hope.
To dream. To wish. To want.
Hope inside of the hopeless is such a dangerous thing.
My hope only was the slow burning fuse to the explosion and flames I feared.
And now, the flames begin to burn as the embers are swept up on endless breezes.
Only to land while hot and spark the never-ending fires once more.
A return into the hell of which fires I was smelted.
An ore of malformation and malcontent.
And now I have seen and learned what comes from it.
I know the dangers.
There is no more need for caution.
Because there is no more hope.
No more fuses.
No more light.
Just ash.
None of it's exactly painless !
[media=https://youtu.be/Bu0sI4h-Ixw]
