We will implode. The center, the heart, dies and weakened we are defenseless. Without the heart we are defenseless and destroy ourselves. It is the story of a fallen world. It is a song of the screams of the victims. What we knew is gone. What we had disappears. We are lost even before the implosion. The implosion does not make us lost but because we are lost we implode.
A Daily Dose of how God blesses me in face of severe pain and memories from my past. “We might be confined to the house for the rest of our life. But if you have an adventurous spirit, the world will exist in your heart.” From The Autumn Ballad episode 14
Saturday, August 3, 2024
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