Truth is there is no hope, no truth, no love, only my scared knees, bleeding elbows. On my scared knees and bleeding elbows I continuously crawl. Is any place darker for me? Is there any place darker than the hopes and dreams that I hope and dream only to awake laying in this cold dark place. Show me patients! Show me only a little patients love, truth, hope. Is anything as lovely as hope in this dry dark hopeless place? I hope for I cannot not. On my knees I continuously crawl inside this rock. I can’t not.