Making my peace
Sometimes – making peace
means having the courage to
acknowledge conflict.
Your thoughts echo my own… find peace? I don’t think everyone is meant to. Happiness… that either…
Short story…
I find comfort in sadness, many do… it became my companion. A constant familiar on my shoulder… always with me as a friend…
there came a time when things got shaken up in my world, as it tends to happen with time and seasons. things began to change, patience wore thin and then I had enough,
Only my sense of enough happened with me giving up, turning my back on dreams and forgetting my purpose, if I every truly knew what that was…
I literally gave up on it all… and the worst part of it was, my familiar changed also… it changed and became a hole, in my chest and the ache is hollow… it takes sadness and captures it… it brings it in… tears fear of flowing for they know what awaits within, so they left also…
A sad little thing that can’t even cry or be sad. I wonder…
Making peace? I think you will reach it first… so I leave with you the same request…
( I felt this was the answer… I didn’t want to burden your pages with my dark words ) Thank you M.L for this window…
Journals Of Enreal 