210.365 || Exinguished Hope. on Flickr.

The flame has died, and the smoke obscures my view. My eyes search for something that I could cling onto. I am fighting a lost battle with hope and hopelessness warring on the battlegrounds of my mind.
The smoke hurts my eyes and I can no longer hold on. I have to let go. Let go of hope. I have to accept my fate. And prepare for the most terrible downfall ever…