But I keep walking,
despite the tears,
despite the wind,
despite the skinned knees and broken bones,
despite the bruises and scars that make this heart what it is today,
... ... I keep walking…
towards You.
There’s only one direction,
one direction:
towards You.
From You, to You.
I have nothing else.
Nothing.
That is my poverty.

Wednesday, 25 January 2012

Keeping A Secret

Never tell your problems to anyone...20% don't care and the other 80% are glad you have them.

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