I am weak.
Monday, June 29, 2015
There was the abyss and then there was me and we were destined to meet. Back to where I started and where it all began many years ago. Can't say that I'm not glad. Being alone there is a certain comfort in it. Like the angels that guide you when you are most in need. You know they will be there no matter the circumstance that's the beauty in it. When we are at our worst there is a possibility of being at our best. The struggle is beautiful like a dance between the gods and you. They test you in life to see if you are paying attention. If you are there is the possibility of greatness of being able to feel alive. That's the greatest gift that anyone can offer you.