Flustered albeit, just a little more of silence
Fountain, doomed towards flowing rivers
Her hands, weak and frail, limp, fragile
I can only hold her, a little longer, hoping, hoping
Disaster won’t catch her again.
Flustered albeit, his morbid past, following him, just like a shadow
God give me a little hope, that You’re on my side, Your spirit flowing, helping, loving a little more
than I can.
For I am just.
A human. Incapable of even 8 hours of work, 2 hours of friendship, 1 hour of blogging.
A human, just like you, just like him, just like her. Frail, fragile, weak, faltering, it’s many f-words of frail. Weak.
Repeat. Rewind. Press Start to a new beginning. Cast
Cast off past
Cast off this heavy backpack of immensity
Cast off and live, freely. Grace has taken a hold. Holding, forever, not fleeting, or escaping me.
Or the common knowledge and theme that I have known all my life- abandonment.
Love is not like any man I know.