For the millionth times, I hate that word.
for Divine Attachment is an exception.
Every single day, I struggle to keep my heart at peace. Given the space and time, inner void should be filled.
When I restrained myself from complaining, I cried myself to sleep. I let the tears speak on behalf of my heart.
I am afraid of what I become. I am afraid of what tomorrow will bring me. I am afraid I will fall down in the same hole, like I did yesterday.
I just don’t know how to put this in words, but my heart ache.
Thanks to Bella,
“Everyone is struggling with their heart. You, me, we, us.”
I am not alone, but that’s not make me feel any better.
Oh Lord, grant me the strength, for you are the only One, I shall ask from.