This room is beautiful.
It's nice
It's comfortable
It's quiet
This room is meant to be a place of rest
Of relaxing
Of healing
Of safety
But it's not. At least not to me.
This room is a place of temptation
Of sadness
Of desires
Of loneliness
Temptation to return to the old ways of life
No one to stop me
Or hold me accountable
Sadness from the distance
That is so apparent
That cannot be lessened
Desires to resort to what is easier
What takes less brain power
What takes less commitment
Loneliness that is overwhelming
That cannot be taken away
That cannot be overcome
This room was meant for healing
For spending time with the Lord
For growing deeper with Him
But it's not. At least not to me
This room is where Satan wants to stay
To tempt me
To pull me away
To remove all the good that has happened
I hate the way Satan has twisted it
The way I want to fall back into it
The way I don't want to fight it
I hate this room
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Tales of a Dreamer
KurzgeschichtenA bunch of random, mini stories I come up with randomly. I promise I do not need help. I write from emotions that I feel, and I intensify them. I am a perfectly happy individual who just needs a place to express my emotions. Don't worry, enjoy!
