Hopelessly Hopeful

As if you have no more emotions left to be hysterical. No
sadness to slide down in the form of salty drops on your
cheeks. No anger to slap hard enough to break the frames of
your dear cousin brother's spectacles. No hurt to blurt out
sarcasm to people who only have YOU as their reason to
live. Only a deep flame residing deep down, with a vestige of
a mockery towards cynicism and atheism. Only an icy cold,
steel hand clutching hard at your breath, causing
suffocation; hurting.

Moments pass away like the falling partciles of sand in a
huge horglass with golden framework. You stare at the same
four words and a period, pondering over the grammatical
and punctuation error. Pondering over the insignificant
possibility of those four words and a period being an order or
a suggestion. A command or a request. A temporary phase
or a permanent one.

And all that you wnated to recite were two words filled with
concern and love. Two words that formed a genuine request.
Two words that might substitute the untold three magical
words.

But magic is science. An unexplainable chemical reaction.

Now your current frame of mind is Hopelessly Hopeful.