I wonder how much easier it used to be to have faith, back in my parent’s day… when a naïve girl in her teenage, cocooned from life’s matters, would be married to a stranger ten years older. This was the first and the only man in her life. She would look up at him with devotion and make-believe her heart that this is love. And he would manage somehow to be just that.
Monday, April 9, 2012
I might be tired of writing the whole day but to release the stress I have to organize my thoughts by writing again… even if my hand aches, and even if my system is on snooze, because it drains my emotions on paper and it heals me mentally. It pacifies my encaged soul… and puts my mind to finally rest just before I slowly realize what my only passion is-Writing.