I’ve been wondering when and where life began; into the deep pits of depair, or the consciousness of a ‘given life affair’ I live an epic tale of a broken mind hungry, lonely, a feeling of somebody owning me I’m living but I ain’t breathing for my consciousness is contradictive I’m conscious of the faith I inherited but not of the present of my heritage I’m conscious of the peace The Lord died for but I’m captured in a world of escapades I’m conscious of the freedom I believe to have but it’s obvious the darkness of anxiety is what I have I’m conscious of the love and light where the silent moon brings out a glorious night where in purity I can smell sunlight in paradise where I feel the highline.
I wrote this in November 2014 I was literally filled with anxiety — feared people, experience, life.. I was in severe depression, lost in truth, lost in reality, lost in love. I felt alone, I was alone. I slightly lost my mind; was mentally violated by people, by negativity, by unbelief. I felt no reason to live, to breathe, but death never came to mind. Until the realisation of The Lord’s resurrection, my soul got redeemed with knowledge, with love. I believe in light again, I am the light. I believe in paradise, a home I’m going to. Purity is in my heart and my mind’s consciousness is lively ...