Questions only comfort, knowledge.
“Growth is painful. Change is painful. But nothing is as painful as staying stuck somewhere you don’t belong.”
— Mandy Hale
Don't stutter,
Don't stumble,
Don't mutter,
Don't mumble.
Source: TEMRM
Why?! Why God... how have you learned of my many unforeseeable ways?
Did you truly march upon the soil and earthly roads to teach me?
-Surely the being an “All knowing, Omnipresent form” could have, just as easily silenced me with the understanding of what any person truly is or needs!
I much enjoyed the well-stated silence, however, when does that same light cease to burn my flesh and eyes... and instead sets course to my prior and blackened past?
Do we ever, “validate” our choices through the support of fellow personalities?
-or as mere beings of mortal composition contain us within these predictable behaviors.
I personally experienced a near-death experience 16 days after this post was entered into the digital-network (through a military-grade knife and an NAVY-trained personnel). Wildness.
"I smile, like drytears of emotionless eyes."
The cobblers' stone was broken into chips, gripping around the outside edges of each crease where every seismic material had previously collided. She bridged the water & hell; the type that once (upon many occasions) stole both ships and land. I reached outward, attempting to hold her hands, just before the tide, it already washed away her blond hair with a physicists laboratories and chemicals. She was a trash, a waste. Most men (nor other women) could fathom her eternal value. Love, love -she was my ONLY love. This was, after all, the story of... "How One Little Life": a tiny woman, weakened the mortal's god-forged shields and these swords of our armies.
I DID IT!!!!! LOOK!!!
There is never enough time to create energy.
-There is only (numerically) enough energy to be accounted for.
"The freedom alone... Is the cost."
"Such sweetness, with that bitter love.
With Jesus and God...
-those Heavens above.
Who should I be, to speak in tongue of good?
I hear that voice, in the echo of words.
- Even I die, knowing my own death."
Tiny moments are these... that only a value will compare to them.
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