The life and struggle of a Gorillachimp

…so many hopes around me. So many broken hopes, so many forgotten dreams… so much longing to love and be loved in return… We put on our best smiles, dress up with our most beautiful words, take a deep breath and brace ourselves for the ride that once again might lead to a wall of despair… and it does… even this time too. So we put some make-up on the visible wounds, hide others under the wardrobe that in our own demising vanity gives us courage and hide the worst ones deep within our soul… and we go to battle once again… against all the injustices we blame life for make ours to bare, against all those promises that were never kept, against that unfathomable void left behind from those we loved and lost… and lacerated by all that is denied to us, we long for the day when the demons are slayed and the warm sun of love once again might shine upon us. On the horizon we see the break of dawn… but for every step closer to it, it takes another step away from us. It’s a mirage, a hallucination, a desperate whisper of a lost hope in a stormy ocean of disbelief… because the enemy lives deep within our very own core and as we slay the demons… we’re also slain part of ourselves… but sometimes we just have to die to be able to live again.