Instead of hating, my heart cries mercy! Mercy on me! Mercy on me! Mercy on me!

During the prayers of the day, there was one less “amen”.

Lately I find myself staring at people’s faces... I find myself frantically searching through the crowds for one face. I don’t find that face; I cry inside. Weeping for the identity I know no more.

Fear manifested itself as a physical presence that
seemed to dominate the public sphere. Time almost stopped. Even without
confirmation I could sense that something had gone terribly wrong.

Hes learned to never trust anyone with his heart. People lie, cheat, hurt, steal, and play. He cant be hurt anymore. He's too scared.. And until you've been through his Hell, you won't be able to understand why.

There is a thing, like a bird, weak and fluttering within my chest, i cradle it and care for it as anyone should an injured thing, yet, i silently pray for it's death.