31 roses

Friday, May 15, 2015

me and other things

believing is like walking blindly in a dark terrifying room with no light illuminating your moves, no shadows to trail behind you. it's as if you are walking towards an army of rage filled horny men who derives their soul from the blazing under, and fear penetrates every inch of you, but at least you feel fear and imagine,

some days or perhaps most days. you are walking blindly in a dark terrifying room with no one to greet on the other end, no raging horny men, not a single living soul, not a ghost on the wall, not a baby lying cold. what if, you walk, and walk, but never gotten to the end?

and what if, its a million kilometers long, and your faith is running low? no fear exists in you, but only hope that dies every second you take a step forward, but you give up, faith ran out, hope had died. you stopped believing and in that second it turns out that you're just someone who didnt believe enough