Beyond Hope

If Hope was that faint gleam on the horizon; yet a thousand or even ten thousand steps in that direction brings you no closer, one should really wonder - what lies beyond it? Why do I pursue after it so doggedly, despite being let down every time?

Its gleam waxes and wanes according to no cycle; it is not governed by any rhyme or reason. Life, with her seemingly capricious and volatile moods, dictates my position on the spectrum of melancholy and loneliness. I do not know, perhaps an eternal night of despair lies beyond hope? Or a better world, free of false hopes; in which hopes are free to take off and soar, only to be struck down and brought back to earth by reality? As of the present, its glow has faded to a barely visible speck adrift in the black night. And so off I slip into the dark wilderness alone once more.