“…a fall from the third floor hurts as much as a fall from the hundredth…” – pilar – from the novel of Paulo Coelho by the river piedra, I sat down and wept.
It seems, until this moment, that even how hard it may cause thee neither fought nor surrender thy life still never pays.
The hurt feeling is like a stone that obstruct in thy air way of thy lungs.
A sudden crash of emotion that even a scratch of thee affection neither the slashes of joy nor simple smile never in thy hand.
Even the water neither is fresh nor cold still never touch thy very soul of thee. Even a mustard seed that GOD has said “…even though thy faith is like a mustard seed, it can move a mountain as long as thy faith is with thee…”
yet, it never comes to reality in thyself.
Even thee cries of angels from heaven may be heard and either the strong tremble or volts of lightings in the sky will rule, still the deep wound is crave in thy heart that runs in thy veins continuously.
Let neither thy heart be ruled nor thy life dictates each day to spills thy elation and ask to thee Highest Almighty for thy agony be wash down and let it not come in thy life anymore.
“…A torment thyself that no one can avenge,
only a cry from thee will fortify thy succumb existence…” – gab david
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