Someone wrote hope was the cure
Which meant my diseases and insecurities would remain incurable
All the questions would remain unanswered
Some words would fade unutterable
This conscience impenetrable

Can we fix the unfixable?
Can we depend on the errors of the clock, that just maybe no time is really running out?

When you said hope was the cure,
Did you know my ailments?
Did you look deep into my soul and not fall?
Did you take my hand and stop me from reaching an end?
Did you define this garment with hopeful seams?
Did you stitch the curves of my heart?

-Kevin Wessels

*This was not written by me but by a very close friend, it's one of my favourites.