Recently I've been on an emotional downhill. For several months, my mind was a battlefield of conflicting thoughts. I was depressed and my productivity at work is a testament to that. Sleeping had become a struggle and daily waking up had become a tiring routine. I always wanted to go out and I became an impulsive buyer (the very thing I denounce). I tried to cope up by stress eating. Playing badminton had been a sigh of relief. A bit of jog makes me forget, at least for a while.
Before learning that story, my subconscious mind is always busy with complaints. But I now realized that the problem is buried deep within my heart. When my heart is
Kill that boy and let the Man be born. Devour your fear with perfect Love.
Friday night, you took an exceptional life - the love of my life, the mother of my son - but you will not have my hatred. I don't know who you are and I don't want to know, you are dead souls. If this God, for whom you kill blindly, made us in his image, every bullet in the body of my wife would have been one more wound in his heart.
My foot awoke and breathe its own life My hands groove under the ryhtm of the night
A conflict between heart and mind A love that is destined to die A memory of my own demise Am I yours? Are you mine?
You wake up in the morning then sleep when its evening have you wonder what lie's what's there in between