Blue Banana Box

I admit, I am childish at times, I am naive and I’m temperamental when things don’t go as I planned.  

But I am hopeful, due to my childish nature. I always hope that it will all turn out fine in the end. I hope that my good deeds will be smiled upon by others. I hope that I will get what I deserve as no good deeds will go unrewarded. 

I see the good in people, always believing that no matter what, they still have some good in them that is worth holding on to, that is worth fighting for. But that’s due to my naive nature. I believe in second chances, and even more so the third, fourth, fifth, etc. That no matter what, they will prevail even if it kills me in the process. If I feel its worth it, its worth it, unless proven otherwise. 

What I do, I do it with good intentions. I never go around willy nilly just cause I got the time or its convenient for me. I do it even if seems a waste to others but if that one person is able to see through as smile in the end. It will all be worth it. I do it, so I can see that person smile. But alas, that person smiles no more. Even if I did the same thing that made her smile with glee and sincerity, she smiles no longer. In fact, that smile turned. That joy, that once made my journey worth while, became filled with dismay and actions that made me question myself. That eyes full of sincere happiness, turned to one that peered through my heart and everything good in it. 

But I will still go on. Until my last breath. Until the final beat of my scarred heart. I will continue to be childish and hope. I will continue to be naive and believe in you. I will fight for that feelings I long for. I will continue until you give me a reason not to. I will continue until I feel that there is nothing left to fight for.