A Speck of Hope

How fraglie the human heart is. How easily broken it can become. And yet, how easily healed it can become. It the blackest of nights and the coldest of sorrow, there is always that small speck of light in the distance that calls itself hope. Sometimes we cannot see it, but it's still there. And when we do chance a glimpse of it, we chase it with all our might. We might never reach it, but it's still that light in the darkness and it will always be there in our hearts.