{ Ramblings }

FREE MIND 2

I sit here waiting for the Divine. Waiting for answers to the questions I have asked all my life. I am sitting here with my bleeding heart. The hurtful words of hate, suppression and repression turned into little daggers that pierced every inch of my small heart. The ghosts inside my head are out to get me again. I am slowly slipping into the stupor that I once dwelt in. I suddenly found a humble abode in depression. Bipolarity sounds like my favorite candy. Bipolarity seems like the newest fashion trend that I allowed myself to revel in. I have tried demystifying things and sticking to the truth but I guess some people could not really take the bitter pill called honesty.

Respect flew out of these windows of this temple I dwell in. I wondered and wandered around looking for a bit of respect to try to put into this hat that seemed too big for me. I am weighed down by a lot of things. I wish Respect would remember its way back home.

Hate and old issues suddenly begun crowding my temple. I am trying to drive them away by FAITH, unfortunately, FAITH is too weak. Eventhough Faith is too weak, a part of me still tries to hold on to it. I liken it to a weak broom which tries to sweep away the cobwebs and the dirt of the past. Soon, everything would be spic and span again. FAITH would win. Peace and happiness would soon come back.

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I am Angel. . . holding on to the Higher Beings.