There comes a time that made me think... Think... What, Who, Where will I find my dreams? Is it within an instant prick? Or I need to suffer most consenquences. These things I reflected every night... I also ask, If my dream would become a reality, Am I going to be satisfied? Or it will lead me to dissapointment. For me, God can answer these things...
With the wave of want. I have requested the church to pray for me regarding my problem. But little they dont know is that the main reason I requested for a prayer. I have been to nuns, priests, and other pastors to help me in prayer.
The reality is hard to accept. It's like my heart is torned apart with grief and sorrow. Anyways, Who would care regarding my problem... None.
I can't profess the reality of what's my problem in public. I'm too shy to reveal what's inside of me. Oftenly to ease the pain, I cry... cry... and cry...
I have no where to run, no where to turn to and... No one who can understant me.
My life is indeed a path, A path of greif and nostalgia for me.
Correct me if I'm wrong that: All of us want their dreams to come true.
If correct, I say AMEN to you my friend.
