On How Life Is.
life exists in many forms..its a phenomenon to each who live. mine is a strange one.. the further i ran, or so i thot, the more trapped i was..in the same old spot. did i have a chain around me? im not struggling yet i cant move. i dun care what god plans for me, i have no faith..
[silly as i've always been, this journey has to go on, with, or without spectators..]
November 11th, 2005 at 8:59 am
the cell is made to keep the faithless..be strong and you will see the little twists and turns that have been happening in your life..may there not yet be fruits in a particular aspect in your life, be assured that it is not dull, but seeds have been planted..no spot is the same after a second…
November 11th, 2005 at 10:43 am
yes, i absolutely agree with u..all these days & weeks & months & years.. i recognise all that wonderful, & not so fabulous things happening to me, that makes my life truely mine. & i wish to add, there’s certainly strength in me
thanks 