I am terrified of the screams I hear in the silence of the night. It is there in cold darkness, alone with my thoughts when the stark reality of the world around me is most beautifully illuminated in the moonlight. I am often stuck by the sharpness of the truth when viewed through my own eyes. Painful as it may be, it's easily distracted if need be.
"God speaks in the silence of the heart, listening...
Thursday, November 7, 2013
Broken Things
Posted by justDdotme on 2:05 AM
What is it about broken things which I find so alluring? I am drawn, much like a magnet to metal, to people, places and things which need repair.
I am certain with enough self-examination, I would uncover a certain unwillingness to repair my own inner workings, an egocentric selfish desire to boost my own esteem at the plight of an innocent struggling soul. I am oft misguided...
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