I could be crazy if my fingers were able to describe how long I let this heart party alone, see the crowd with their own glasses, enjoy the evening with hands hanging without greeting, laughing in the corner of the room repeating all the events yesterday with the naked eye. I really can go crazy ...
I don't know why and why, again God plays his role. The role of the live director, many plans that have been turned in the head, also about how to deal with comfort that has long been growing in terms of solitude. sometimes afraid to jump further not because of the big risk that is avoided, but it feels my struggle to fight not as big as it should.
It must be emphasized, that to fall is no longer a monster that deserves a presentation of greater concern than others, because by falling many times I can become me now. Fall down. Get up. fall again, wake up again. So on like that ... isn't it to be used, samurai need to be burned and beaten repeatedly to be really sharp?
And in this moment, I feel that I'm really walking side by side with you who have never been in my prayer to God. You're not the one I often call in my third night prostration. But only you who are currently able to see me from a different perspective than others. God really gives something that I really need. I am not in need of a big mouth man in terms of praise, and not in need of binding. I enjoy this solitude with an air of hope.
do not want to be said to be hypocritical, I also need a shoulder that if living hard, your shoulders are the most desirable place to go home. And if the mouth around being bitter-bitter expresses untruth about me, I need him who with his hands, I feel capable of holding this world. And when hugging myself felt no longer healed, I needed him who with his hug, this body could stand on two legs, the skin of the footprint began to peel slowly.