Dear Hope and Destiny,
Waiting, as I have been. Watching, as I have been also… I sit and ponder you tonight, as I have many times over the years… it seems as if you are simply hidden from me. Is it my lot to live the same days over and over? Feel the same emotions. Envision the same dream year after year… it seems it may be that my destiny may simply be to live… and by live I mean exist. It would also seem negative or narrow… but it is my truth.
I remember when I was younger… I had hope… hope and destiny… a dream that there was something great on the horizon… one of my dreams… I remember when I was younger, do you? Perhaps one day you will…
Lately my nights have been dreamless as have been my days. I can’t write. I haven’t had the nightly inspirations which engulf me in my sleep, for sleep too has eluded me. Uninspired… I suppose.
Anyway, I stray…
It would seem my destiny and hope are on holiday… I wish you well.
Writing from where I am alive,
Enreal
Journals Of Enreal 
Dearest Enreal
Your destiny is interwoven in the here and the now; be it melancholy or filled with hope. You have the choice each and every moment as to whether you will choose to be hopeful or hopeless. I do know that your wings have lifted me out of hopelessness on many occasions, and I do pray that your wings and my hopes can lift you out of this feeling of nothingness for which you speak tonight. For your wings have purpose and never just here for existence. I thank you for flying with me on my high days and on my low nights throughout these last few years.
Peace, Light and Love
C.
Cordie… you are a dear heart… one which has inspired me on many occasions. Thank You for being here with me… may we continue for years to come!