Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Rain: The rain falls down and only makes me feel better in the comfort of sadness. The hell that is life at the end of something. It is hard to say goodbye. It is hard to disclose the deadly deepness of ones own hate.

Sun: Sun comes in Sunday morning and my mind only hurts with the images of last night and the after throws of being left and leaving all hope alone.

Hope: I hope I see hope again…

hope for hope is at least hope. i keep that string twisted around my finger.

i like the sections. well-labeled. simple.

first section, how bout, 'the deadly depths' and well, what's 'ones own hate'? like self-loathing? which sounds nice nexto depths.

second section: '...and the throes of being left and hopelessness alone.'

third section: end with a period.