That pain and sorrow,the fear of life has visited me long before the days of hope.Scandalous life we had all lived to hope and believe was not a thing of truth many has walked down that road,we all have walk down that road too but how can we go away from all this and still ask this question ringing on our minds will they accept.for the soul that bleeds with joy of pain the hope for secret plead to whom that seeks for internal hope for the unseen for the feeling of substance of the grieved and the feeling of being lost in your own world could be the beginning of the story we struggle to hide.
It hard sometimes the amount of ourselves we lose without realizing it,we can forget our principles and values,our interest and goals that we aim at achieving believing that t it may come to pass.it makes know difference from what it really is,day after day as the seconds tick we question ourselves about our insecurities hoping to seal through it like the waves crashing on each other making rhythms for the right purpose.
Behind those sweet faces and eyes and that incredible voices we hear lies.someone in there with his or her invisibilities yearns to hear or know and be assured he or she is not forgotten.we all want to feel secured and that our fears are meaningless among the people we find our self with and that we are covered and sheathed with love and they believe we can improve our self in so many better ways if we learn to overcome what is ahead of us.
