Viscous Cycle
Another year. I can feel it again. In the silence I hear myself crying. But no voice is heard. Tonight it just feels like another night. Any old night.
Unending Love #TeamJesus #Siblinglove . Wish to Live to know him better, Die to make him known. Yeshua
Another year. I can feel it again. In the silence I hear myself crying. But no voice is heard. Tonight it just feels like another night. Any old night.
If a dream should ever fall and break into a thousand pieces, never be afraid to pick one of those pieces up and begin again..
I can feel trepidation overwhelming me once again at the thought of a new beginning. New starts. New beginnings are in the edge of extreme in there portrayals.
Whoever starts out towards the unknown must consent to venture alone.
For now I have decided to listen to my heart. For the the thoughts unfolding in my mind are becoming living words. No longer will I listen to the whispers of the world. But the actions if my redeemer.
The absence of my understanding, is not what I base my truth upon. The absence of my hearts solace is what I justify my uncontainable hatred.