For A second I thought things might get better.
For a second I thought i might have the things to make life more bearable.
For a second I thought life granted me some time without the pain.
But now the second has come and passed, and now I’m back where I started.
But in that second, I saw hope. Hope, just a vague memory.
Why did that second have to end so quickly.
Now all I have are scattered memories.
Ones that I myself even question.
Ones that I myself built up.
Like a dream, comes to pass, so do memory come and pass.
In a second.