Chapter Eight.
Page 215 of 365.
The Last Misery.
No,
I don't choose to feel this way.
Unfortunately, this is happening.
The grief, the sorrow, they just come out naturally.
No,
I don't want to feel this way.
Believe me, i even hate myself when i do this.
The tears, the sadness, they don't tell you the whole story.
There is always a reason why people are being the way they are now.
There is always an explanation why they do things.
There is an answer for every question.
Only if you ask the right one.
I pray.
I pray to be stronger.
I pray to be wiser.
I pray to be more patient.
I pray to understand why.
I pray a lot.
But,
i'm always heading back to the same end.
Writing over the last misery.
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