To say it popped into my mind would be a gross misrepresentation. The truth was it crept in. Like a friend who realises that maybe you're quiet enough inside to actually hear wisps of truth. Testing water... bit by bit.. saying the words that are egnimetic at best and impalatable at worse.
Inventory check. Pruning of branches. The true vine. The winnowing fork.
I have a few questions for you. You know who you are.
Have you ever felt like giving up?
What are you trying to tell me about courage?
Why do I look back suddenly and see a true grave of buried dreams?
Is this how it feels like to wake up and see a part of the truth?
Is this why You don't tell us everything because knowing everything and what to do doesn't make problems simpler. It just gives you more alternatives.
Are you ashamed of me?
Answers aren't exactly going to satisfy me. Not words. Spoken or written. What is it I need... Assurance. Is it assurance? Do they all do things perfectly or at least always with you in mind? How come I find it so hard to? You know it feels bad when I see the look in her eyes. The look that makes me feel like a bug only smaller. Cowardice breeds Cowardice.
Don't think i'd have made it to Gyffindor. Cut. Me. Free.
dreamt of @ 10:12 pm
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certain quotes from certain places..
"Blessed is the man who perseveres under trials because when he stood the test, he will receive the crown of life that God has promised to those who love Him." James 1:12
"Oh, nothing can happen more than once,
But all things must happen one day
Over hill and dale, over wood and stream,
My dying voice will blow away... " The Neverending story "Walk by Faith, Not by sight" 2 Corinthians 5:7
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