To float within this barren void, naked and cold. So empty and devoid of all emotions. I welcome that emptiness, I look around me and see infinite nothingness. My only hope lies within that pinpoint light out there in the distance. With determination I fight my way through this viscous emptiness towards it.
Hope. That's what was left behind in the fabled Pandora's Box. All the sorrows visited upon this empty husk, sucking the energy ever so increasingly; lifeless.
Fighting one's own lifelong battles can bring down even the toughest of people. Yet those who put all their belief that there is hope, keep fighting. Promises easily said, can be easily broken. Yet promises given through the blood and tears, are indestructible. There are causes worth fighting for out there. One may not win the war, but may have one a battle. That alone is worth remembering.
These battles I will fight, even if I may not win the war.