Often in a seemingly infinite worlds;

There can be a single droplet of hope,
Waiting to fall unto desperate, needful hands...

But only unto those who wait with the slowing flows of the water.

Because sometimes, the moment you wander;
The moment you leave.. is the moment it drops...


And if you're not there to catch it and hold it;
It can just fall and fall, deeper and deeper...
...

Forever and ever and ever and forevermore...
...

So, until the next drop of hope can gather enough weight to drop once more,
...


The dreadfully,...