The Truth

Daily thoughts, motivators, suggestions, and love.

Sometimes, as we are sitting on the bench and the train destined to destroy all hope detours and runs you over without any pre warning. Instantly and just like that you can't move.  Everything becomes an effort. You were run over, your limbs feel heavy, your mind is scattered everywhere, your feelings are on surface because its traumatic, you don't want to talk with anyone, you don't want to hear how things are going to get better, you don't want to hear of hope, nor do you even believe in hope.  If you were a tree it would be as if the Fall season came and now its cold, you have no clothes on your limbs, you don't see water anytime soon because its not raining and the ground around you is hard, dry and desolate. 
How difficult it must be to wait for snow.  Just so you can get some water and when it does come its cold and icy and need I remind you that "the tree" now has no leaves at all.  It's just cold. Thats how it feels when the train of hopelessness runs you over.   All you can do is hope for snow and sit in the cold practically naked.  That is not fun.  One thing is for certain.  Snow or rain will come.  It will eventually.  That is the truth.