spark of hope

It was suffocating.

Craving was like trapped in a box with no air,chasing my tail all the time.

Just when I got tired and promised myself I would live a better life,there came a spark of hope that made it all better,which left me wondering if I would die if that spark of hope went away.Would that spark of hope be the one to cut off my oxygen tank in the sea and leave me breathless?

Somehow,that spark of hope was always my reason to live,gave meaning to my life. But I know that spark of hope won't keep on shining,for what's good will not last forever.

It's really ironic, I don't really know if I don't crave that spark of hope enough or is it just that I crave that spark of hope so much so that I can't live so I force myself to find another hope to live.

I will just have to wait and see how badly I will die without it.