desperately desperate
and they said despair was just an imaginary enemy in the depths of our minds, a foul energy so deep in the human nature that we were obliged to ignore it and toss it aside, but they were wrong. i am the despair and the despair is me, i can't live without this constant obstacle that resides in my body and soul, that feeds off of hope and consumes all that it has achieved. today i saw despair. it said hello to me. i, like always, got scared and shouted as the people in the streets stared at me like i was some kind of maniac. you might be asking yourself why i even scream being that i know that it resides inside of me and that it is me and i am it. i guess one is never prepared for what one truly is. tomorrow i might see despair again. maybe i won't. who knows? what i do know is that i'll live with the constant fear that it may appear at anytime, in anyplace. i will live knowing that this is an inevitable truth and still i'll never be ready for the minute it