Conversations with Me I

How can you be so idealistic? the other part of me asked, the tinge of incredulity barely masked by sheer bafflement. I answered the first words that came through my mind, because it is easier to be. And a bright ray of light piercing through dense clouds flashed before my eyes. Hope. What if the world breaks apart? my doubt pressed. Then what use are your imaginary ideals? My mind blanked. For a moment, that little glare of sunshine crumbled to red ash. Yet, even as paradise broke before my eyes, my heart beat fervently in chest. It won't. And i know it won't.