There is something about everyone of us, we live to shamble at a point in time maybe due to neglegence or careless thought in our head or the hustle and bustle of life or because we are just lost within ourselves.
I realise this though I have spent a lot of my time searching for what makes me human but for get what makes me super-human, searching for what makes me fall but not how to stand again, searching for what makes me crawl not what can make me fly.
Then I realise I miss myself, I miss writing, I miss thinking, I miss creativity, I miss quietness, I miss the still small voice.
I miss LIFE..... But am back to make it up.
Dec 26, 2013
Dec 26, 2013 at 11:04 AM UTC
There is something about everyone of us, we live to shamble at a point in time maybe due to neglegence or careless thought in our head or the hustle and bustle of life or because we are just lost within ourselves.
I realise this though I have spent a lot of my time searching for what makes me human but for get what makes me super-human, searching for what makes me fall but not how to stand again, searching for what makes me crawl not what can make me fly.
Then I realise I miss myself, I miss writing, I miss thinking, I miss creativity, I miss quietness, I miss the still small voice.
I miss LIFE..... But am back to make it up.
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