One day I'll wake up and I'll smile.
I'll smile at the goodness of the light and the shadows of the trees.
The trees and the grass and the hastiness of the birds nearby.
Nearby and far, but nonetheless existing.
Existing and more real than I could ever dream of.
One day, it will all be over.
Over and gone like the start of the weekend.
The weekend that didn't want to be forgotten.
Forgotten, though, it will be.
One day, all I'll know is that I made it.
I made it and all I'll ever know is that I never lost hope.
One day, my eyes and my heart will no longer be deaf.
And they will never, ever, know of the word "no".
