Toumei

I am, the unloved. The forsaken, forgotten.

I am, the hopeful. The dreamer, stoic.

I have been given no reason to want,
to hope
to love
to forgive
to aspire for

And yet, I still remain. The force that allows me to live still waits to meet one more person. Life has raped me, repeatedly to the point that without this force, I would cease to exist.

I will fight to live, to meet that person. It will protect me, until I meet that person. If you are just passing through, keep it moving.