It feels as if I am a cork bottle, on the blue wide open sea. Good things floating all around me. Why is it? Am I not floating? I have no control on which way the wind blows or the course my life seems to be…
but I do appreciate calming tidal waves, bouncing, boisterous spiced aromas drifting.
There’s a longing, to never be alone, another to one to be found hiding. In arms of something called home, something called -ones’ own.
A lowly student in the school for sinners - worshipping like an Anglican & praising like a Pentecostal! "For the sake of His sorrowful Passion, have mercy on us & on the whole world" (Chaplet of Divine Mercy). "Pray, hope, and don't worry" (Padre Pio).
Writing can be anything for anyone but for me it's to express the overwhelming feelings I feel that cannot be said .[Disclaimer : everything posted here will be my own work (p.s. work here means everything written and not the images) unless mentioned otherwise. Please do not copy.]