Saturday, 20 June 2015
Today wasn’t great. Nor was yesterday. He had no idea about the future ones.
His hands shivered. Mouth dried up. Vision got blurred and mind went blank.
He felt burdened.
As though it wasn’t a circumstance but a big hole dragging him deeper inside.
His struggles were in vain.
Neither repaying nor repairing.
He felt like a piece of junk. Abandoned in an old filthy garage.
Folding his palms together, he knelt down.
Prayers trickling down on his cheeks.
And suddenly everything felt, alright when he remembered his mother’s voice whispering “Sometimes you just have to leave it on HIM”
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