There is no emotion more treacherous than hope. Love can be excruciating, but in a trite kind of way, people expect it to be so, the more sado-masochistic of our specie even immerse themselves in the belief, that love isn't real, unless its bite lives up to its bark, enjoying it accordingly, warped as the notion may be.

But hope... hope is a coin whose two sides are of one face, there is no either-or, no heads or tails, there is just deliverance or despair, and hope will gift or curse you with just one regardless of which side of the coin emerges with its face up. After all, this is a double sided coin.

Figures of speech aside, wary as the tone my words may take when I speak of hope, I can't quite delude myself enough into denying, that what I really fear next to never getting back the 'legacy' which was taken from my family fourteen years ago, is possessing that long lost 'legacy' once again, and seeing a pool of shallowness materialize from the meager reservoir of depth i've managed to accumulate over the years.