Pull me out from inside...
I've decided on one last entry.
I think maybe I dream of miracles far too often, to the point where it feels something like that would never happen; and no, not for myself. But faith is something that has no place in my life anymore. Im not sure what happened over the very few months of summer, but I feel more bitter now than ever, towards no other besides Him. Why is it that the good on earth have to suffer?
"Keeper of the stars, I hope to never find, we are just mortal souls, left to die."
I think maybe I dream of miracles far too often, to the point where it feels something like that would never happen; and no, not for myself. But faith is something that has no place in my life anymore. Im not sure what happened over the very few months of summer, but I feel more bitter now than ever, towards no other besides Him. Why is it that the good on earth have to suffer?
"Keeper of the stars, I hope to never find, we are just mortal souls, left to die."