Page 52-Often words are comforting and motivating. And then there are times when words aren’t enough. There are moments when I feel like I can fly. And then, there are those times I wonder if I’m ashes scattered on the ground.
For a while, the idea seems to working. Then it seems as though the idea crashes. Yesterday I was speeding. Today I am a sloth.
Why is it that I may write a book in one day but on another day I struggle with writing just one word?
In a minute laughter turns into crying. On one side of the Earth it is Morning and the sun is shining. Here, it’s darkness with no sight of the moonlight.
While everything seems to be changing, there’s this one thing that should remain the same...and that is this: one pure heart deserves another pure heart.
Help.
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